Lyrics:

Richard Nixon (US Government PSA):
I have spoken to you from this office, where so many decisions have been made that shaped the history of this nation. I have always tried to do what was best. (Duck... and cover!)

Vinnie Paz:
I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me, said: 'The President, he doesn't care'
He trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit, thinking we could win
Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Ënh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and it ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of motherfucking fight in me
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spent my days dodging all these booby-traps and mines
And at night praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fucking harbinger of death here

Vinnie Paz + R.A. The Rugged Man:
I don't wanna be here, I'm scared, I just wanna go home
You fucking kidding me?! Don't be a pussy!
Don't you love your country? I like being here, I'm ready

R.A. the Rugged Man:
True story, call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
Marksman, skilled in killing, illing, I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers, U.S. Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing drug abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozing, all this shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream; I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid
Live it, a wizard with weapons
The secret mission, we 'bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is spraying, it's heating up a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees
Tail rotor broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us; bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the Captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness - name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live
But I still try to think positive, 'cause in life, God take, God give