Battlefield Dan Bull

[Verse 1]
Look at my dog tag! You'll see D. Bull
A heavy hitter from the midlands like Led Zep have reformed
I don't need the Marine Corps, I'm lethal
From 3,000 miles off the eastern seaboard
Colder than Trebor mints, Nee Naw
K People step away from the keyboard
I wanna see your heads bopping see saw
Up and down so speedy you're reeling from the G-force
Give me a vehicle, a BMD or Super Hornet
Troops are falling uniform superiors are fearful
I'm really tearful
Saline solution slides from my eyes at the same time I'm shooting
So maybe I just should let a Beretta do the talking
'Cos after all, you're a dead man walking
I walk in pull out my M1014 and end all these porkies
And tall stories, with the ease of a nuclear attack
I shout "look behind you" and shoot you in the back
Suited up with flakjackets, flashbanging
Leaving claymores in your path, need I say more?

[Hook]
This is the Battlefield
Where if you lack the skill
Then your cap'll peel back
Like an apple peel, twat
In the Battlefield
If you lack the skill
Then your cap'll peel
Like an apple peel, so grab the steel