Dog Tags

[Chorus]
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home

[Verse 1: Wildcard]
Yeah, witch doctors couldn’t bottle my passion
‘Cause this is my craft, I’m the one that put it all together to decide that
The type of freedom you can’t buy Jack (nope)
Your money’s worthless like robbery cash strapped with dye packs
Splash, splatter and spatter it snap your mom back
The flow to keep on going through the door and leave ‘em sidetracked
A true MC that defines divine rap comes
Once in a blue moon like a hooker when she climax
This shit is live when we bring it, we setting fire traps
Burning motherfuckers' infrastructures if they typecast
Ain’t no identity crisis, call us white trash and
Everybody dies like when the hijacked flight crashes
City of Roses to the Lost Land of Lilacs
We put this one together for our brothers sent to Iraq
Until the government calls it off
Tell them lick a man’s balls and cock like a Disneyland lollipop

[Chorus]
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home

[Verse 2: Dead Poet]
I ain’t a backpacking cipher rapping graph writer
Rap tighter
Shine on these tracks like a motherfuckin’ sapphire
Glass pipe igniter under black light’s on fire
Keep waking up with blood splashed on last night’s attire (hoora)
I’m in the league of extraordinary gentlemen
One punch will leave your fuckin’ coronaries hemorrhaging
This shit right here is for my dogs at Camp Pendleton or
Wherever else Bush’s old faggin’ ass is sendin’ ‘em
Heart lead, dark red, sleepin’ on a hard bed, part dead, spark lead, motherfuckin’ jarhead
To all the lonely wives who ain’t got supper on the table
Disgusted and unable, getting fucked to pay the cable
While her man walk the desert exhausted to keep on stomping
He’s walking to his coffin, he’s lost but he’s not forgotten
What’s soft as a piece of cotton?
Now we actin’ wild
Just smoked an Iraqi child like a pack of Black & Milds

[Chorus]
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)

[Verse 3: Wildcard & Dead Poet]
[Wildcard]
Jack of gloves, kind of trippin’ how far back it was
‘Fore you drafted up and ended up on that Iraqi bus
Think of the old days and rewind the movie back before you went away to camp to tap-dance across the booby traps
Brown-nosed congress use our troops as target practice
Match the shit and they knows, they shoulda used a darker chapstick
Don’t know what it’s like so I won’t pretend to try
But when my man comes home, his smile's different every time

[Dead Poet]
He’s standing in a stance that an avalanche couldn’t match (what)
Jack Daniels and Camels to the ambulance advance
Innocent bystanders gather to take a gander of a man whose snap beyond all reasonable answers
Police lights flashing, vans with news cameras
Sadness overall, the tragedies God hands us
Planned or random?
Family demands answers
Such a handsome young man
How could he have handguns?
Blood all across, fatigues in these sandstorms (ruff)
It feels like he’s stuck in a dream and he can’t run (ruff)
Yo who’s gonna teach his seed when his Dad’s gone? (ruff)
He can’t even seem to breathe ‘cause he’s at Nam
Police all screaming to freeze but he stands strong (ruff)
Ain’t nothin’ left to do now but bleed and pass on (ruff)
And died like a lifeless form lying before he
Loved ones mourning, puddles of blood forming

[Chorus]
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)
If I die in a combat zone (If I die in a combat zone)
Box me up and ship me home (Box me up and ship me home)
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home

[Outro: Wildcard]
Dedicated to my boy Doug Hutchinson
Stay up
And my boy Ghillie
And the rest of the 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines, Echo company, Fourth Platoon, Unit 43-55
Stay up y'all