MARINE RAP

THERE WERE 39 MEN IN LIMA ONE

BUSTING THEIR GUTS IN THE NOONDAY SUN

THIRTY FIVE WHITES AND ZERO FOUR BLACKS

STRAINING THEIR BALLS WITH THEIR ALICE PACKS

UH RHA! UH RHA!, I BE BAD

BUT WHEN WE'RE DONE I'LL SURE BE GLAD

UP THAT HILL, OVER THAT CRICK

THE SARGE WANTS BLOOD FROM YOUR SWINGING DICK

UPPER BODY, UPPER BRAIN

THIS SHITS NOT FUN, IT'S A MENTAL STRAIN

TWENTY MORE DAYS AND WE BE DONE

WHEN WE LOOK BACK WE'LL SAY IT WAS FUN

WE BE LIEING MO-FOS THAT'S FOR SURE!

C.K.R. & K.M.R.

SUMMER 1996