Vietnam lyrics

[Intro: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, RUBY DA CHERRY & $CRIM]
"Who said that? Who the f*ck said that? Who's the slimy little communist sh*t twinkle-toed c*cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy f*cking godmother said it! Out-f*cking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you f*cking die!"
Uh
This a $crim beat
Uh, digging for all the facts, uh
Ruby da Cherry, yah
DJ $crim with that 808

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
You can catch me chillin' with the polar bears
Bogus f*ckin' jokes on us sucka' punch
Dat D.A.R.E sweatshirt wearin' motherf*cker $crim
Scarier Ric Flair, been there, done jack
Sack full of cash, backpack of hash
Grab that stash and dash, there ain't never a clash
Rip a flash
Swallow ya' soul through a flask
Grab that mask, and never look back
Black plague sick
Oh, wait—I meant to say $lick
p*ssin' on his missin' Mrs (yeah, uh)
Dippin' the tip in the grip, and sippin' glory
Tippin' Maury
It's a f*ckin' secret story
Kinda boring, yeah—
Uh
Stormin' in the southeast
sh*t, it's really pouring, but I'm snorin'
Hit the alarm clock
While my stocks in farm blocks
Gets hot, like a pot
On the f*ckin' stove oven top
[Interlude: Gunner Sergeant Hartman & $lick $loth]
"Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and f*ck my sister. You little sc*mbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass!"
($lick $loth, work!)

[Verse 2: $LICK $LOTH]
Ridin' solo, through Kyoto with fo' ho's
I'm a no-show for more shows
Wanna tango
Drinkin' Faygo, maybe mango
Got a tan, ho
Couple ten bros
Make a fan go, to the van, ho
f*ck her mouth 'til the tears start pourin' out
I'm just chillin' eatin' pizza in a foreign house (Ha!)
Quiet as a mouse, plottin' on a spouse
What's this all about? I don't even know
Only thing I know is that I'm throwed
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' and spillin'
Villians is chilling (yeah, right)
Eatin' on children (Grrah!)
It's $crimmy the villain!
Got penicillin, munchin' on Chilli's
Pop a few willies
Pop a few pillies (Bleurgh!)
Bite a few titties
With my homeboy Timmy (Timmy!)
Grippin' on semis
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah!)
[Bridge: Gunnery Sergeant Hartman]
"—exactly three f*cking seconds to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-f*ck you! One! Two! Three!"
"Sir, I can't help it, sir!"
"Bullsh*t! Get on your knees, sc*mbag...!"

[Outro]
This is my rifle! This is my gun!
This is for fighting! This is for fun!