Here is tribute to one bad ass Marine, that backs his mouth up and comes correct with enough ride to obliterate us mere mortals.
Served we did, time on the wall, you on snipers post me hard knocks hall
Definitely we are kin, spirit warriors deep within, nature's four corners, brothers grim
We both shoot guns, box, kick ass, both haul 14's real bad ass crass
Both have mad families, great women too, our life a 14 commercial between me and you
From ghetto seeds to common wealth, look at how we started, considering the cards we got dealt
Got your back, you have mine, Fuck with you, they cross my line
No battle plans just want to help out,
Fuck a stub chub shortie to flush the demon's out
For now we run a bad ass crew, made up of men who are loyal through and through
Marines, my gang, they don't care, we bury our dead and carry our brothers when ensnared
So to you I say, my brothers salute, phuck dem fake homies on blinged squid suits!
Homie you bring a ride I can't compare, in the twisties or the straights, I fear to dare
You rip that ride, you blast that whip, embarrassed I am to compare chicken strips
You got the pipes, ec flash, with military brass
Thanks for smoking terrorists ass
You one bad mudda!
Ps Fuck Bikeland. FTP!
* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/22/2013 @ 1:43 PM *
