*female newsreporter talking*



"Also the, hearing from the defense department that they launched

some fifty Tomahawk cruise missiles

Not only from ahh US ships but also from British

submarines in the area"



[Chorus: 2x]

Draft me! I wanna fight for my country

Jump in a humvee and murder those monkeys!

Draft me! I'm too dedicated to fail

Justice must prevail (Justice must prevail!)



[Canibus]

Yo, I wanna get drafted, I wanna see somebody get they ass kicked

with standard military tactics

Fuck brass knuckles, I'll punch you with brass fists

Totally flowin with my emotions in my moment of madness

I'll wake up the whole barracks, murder you on your matress

And look at you like, "What's the matter?"

You better go back to your bed, before I have to act up

You might be the next one to get ripped you jacker!

You better not tell the captain

I might accidentally shoot you with the mack 10 at target practice

Runnin through the obstacle course, up and across

Over the logs, five more, damn soldier you strong

Come on, I wanna be agile and docile

Break ya legs like popsicle sticks, put you in a hospital

Stand over top of you, put a pillow over your nostrils

and just feel so sorrowful

It doesn't make me feel powerful, it's just a parable

It's just a rhyme really none of this is tangible

So don't ask me about it, I won't get angry at you

And before I get angry, I just won't answer you

You better go get in shape or lift some weights nigga

Cuz next time I see you I'ma be a ape nigga

Lemme find out you still callin out my name

I'll crash into your tourbus with a plane nigga



[Chorus: 2x]



[??]

Fuckin with my freedom, leave a muh'fucker bleedin

Leave 'em in pain like a infant when he teethin

It's huntin season, and ya loved ones grievin

Cuz I never back up (no sir) I never back down

Ask Brown (Ha!) From the bell to the last round

Face down, dick in the dirt, hit 'em where it hurt

Make the enemy my lil' bitch in a skirt

Cuz when it rained it poured, this ain't a game it's war

One goal, one aim son, same as yours

Alotta pain to endure, terrain to explore

And I'ma hold my weapon right cuz I was trained in the Corp

You don't want no trouble, whole city reduced to rubble

And we gon' make it happen, quick, fast, and on the double

Draft me!



[??]

So y'all best go get y'all shuffles!

(Draft me) The situation's gettin ugly

So who better butt me, and put to sleep the enemy

Draft me, pass me, the M-16

Give me a buzz cut, ask me if I give a fuck

I'm comin out blastin, military four-fashion

Twelve close castin, for weapons of mass-distraction

Outlastin, all the privates in my company

Fightin for my family, and the cats that grew up with me

My Band of Brothers, rarely just smother the enemy

Razor blades cut ya face and leave a scar so you remember me

Lurkin, to leave y'all with bloody red turbans

Screamin "Jihad!" while y'all pray to a false god

We ready for, all out war, it's time to settle the score

Grab a .44 and dump into nigga's door

Draft me, you ain't even gotta ask me, I'm ready

With the Rambo machete, using tactics that's deadly

Draft me, I swear to God, we ready for the Taliban

Drop the bomb, and huddle with some nuclear laws, come on!



[Chorus: 2x]



[Canibus (as Stan)]

Truthfully, I wouldn't wanna go to war if they asked me

I'd rather puff hashies and talk about headies and Lassie

I was just sayin to Canibus last week

I heard a record called Channel 0 that was mad deep

When I'm overseas I can't eat, the food is nasty

Bis has a seafood fancy, I'm allergic to crabby

G'head draft me, your all in my new family

I'll have a good time wavin gats at the ???

If I get hit, one of the team'll carry me

So g'head draft me, g'head draft me



[Chorus: 2x]



*George W. Bush talking*



"The only way to pursue peace is to pursue those that threaten it

We did not ask for this mission, but we will fulfill it..."