PushMethod - Box Me Up Lyrics
Box me up one time and ship me homePin all my medals upon my chestTell my mama that I’ve done my bestWalking the street my feet are striking the concreteWith effect of an army and all my boots are behind meAnd all you hear is the battle rattleThe war paint, war cryWhen I die aim for the stars in the sky like sci fiYellow foot prints, mommy I miss herI got my weapon and I was freeSet me up in the fire teamThe 3rd squad, 3rd platoon, 3rd battalion the best medallionWe give each other nicknames just for funThey call me the little gunner boyRumm pa pum pumNot a fan of the government, but the son's patrioticBy the age of 18 threw more guns than onyxThe weapons are subsonicThe trigger finger's bionicThe barrel exhales the roundsLike Snoop exhales chronicSo now you understand the kid can never be cornyI'm like a garden baby doll I make my dirt work for meThis is my rifleThere are many like it but this one is mineMy rifle is my life. I must master my rifle as I must master my lifeWithout me my rifle is useless without my rifle, I am uselessI must fire my rifle true
