Captain Sterling's Little Problem

Get yo' ass off the flo' [repeat]

[Hook: Boots]

It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the MAC-10 (YEAH!)

Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)

Excuse me, colonel sir, may I request please

Permission to go home or blow off your knees

It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)

Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)

In case you're wondering, well yes I'm gon' fight

I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like

[Verse 1: Boots]

Needed some stackoli to get free like a parolee

Now I'm in apparel colored shit and guacamole

In another country brought to you by Coca-Coley

Ordered from the top to shoot everything holey

Shit I'm 19 and I'm missing all my homies

All that fight for freedom shit; we know that shit is phony

Free to work at Shoney's 'bout one hour for six boneys

And every day we hustle, scratch, and scrape for macaronis

And cheese, bullets squeeze outta my assault weapon

Tear through the air, then his chest, then his breaths and

Looked like my brother from the hood I be reppin'

I wept then, changing from a soldier to a veteran

Left in shambles 'bout this kin of no relation

Crept in the sergeant's tent with quiet calculation

Message from the soldiers to the brass administration

Looks like Captain Sterling's fin ta have a situation

[Hook]

Get yo' ass off the flo' [repeat]

Another public service announcement from way out... [repeat]

[Verse 2: Boots]

"I have just killed my first but it may not be the last one"

I screamed this at the sergeant with his head press to the Magnum

You sent us to this country not to free but bodybag them

And free up all their money so accounting firms can add them

Drag them and their corporates to their own battle

Instead of sending us to the slaughter like cattle

Me and the whole unit we will start to ramshackle

Listen very closely you can hear the fire crackle

You could weigh the air which he was breathing out his nostrils

Couldn't understand why we were seeming so hostile

Said "we spread democracy" like he was preaching gospel

Slapped him in his head and said "Now shut up, Sergeant Roscoe!"

If this is not explicit, lemme tell ya straight out

We'll no longer kill to keep this country drained out

We want up outta here like on the next planes out

Tell the Cap'n make it happen, or we'll blow his brains out!"

[Hook]

Get yo' ass off the flo' [repeat]