Lyrics:

(Intro: female news reporter)
Also the, hearing from the defence department that they launched
Some fifty Tomahawk cruise missiles
Not only from ah US ships
But also from British submarines in the area;

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)
I want to get drafted
I want to see somebody get they ass kicked with standard military tactics
Fuck brass knuckles, I'll punch you with brass fists
Totally flowing with my emotions in my moment of madness
I'll wake up the whole barracks
Murder you on your mattress 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 in target practice
Running through the obstacle course, up and across
Over the logs, five more, damn soldier you strong
Come on, I want to be agile and docile
Break your legs like Popsicle-sticks, put you in the 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 and lift some weights, nigga
'Cause next time I see you I'ma be an ape nigga
Let me find out you still calling out my name
I'll crash into your tour bus with a plane
Nigga, Draft Me!

(??)
Fucking with my freedom, leave a muh'fucker bleeding
Leave 'em in pain like a infant when he teething
It's hunting season, and ya loved ones grieving
'Cause 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 them where it hurt
Make the enemy my little bitch in a skirt
'Cause when it rained it poured, this ain't a game it's war
One goal, one aim son, same as yours
A lot of pain to endure, terrain to explore
And I'ma hold my weapon right 'cause I was trained in the Corp
You don't want no trouble, whole city reduced to rubble
And we gonna 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 getting 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 coming out blasting, military four-fashion
Twelve close casting for weapons of mass-distraction
Outlasting all the privates in my company
Fighting 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
Lurking to leave y'all with bloody red turbans
Screaming, '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!

(Canibus as Stan)
Truthfully, I wouldn't want to go to war if they asked me
I'd rather puff hashish and talk about Haile Selassie
I was just saying to Canibus last week
I heard a record called 'Channel Zero' 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 crab meat
Go ahead Draft Me, you all are my new family
I have a good time waving gats at them Arab sheiks
If I get hit one of the team will carry me
So go ahead Draft Me. go ahead Draft Me

(Outro: George W. Bush)
The only way to pursue peace is to pursue those whothreaten it
We did not ask for this mission, but we will fulfil it...