Canned latte, water, fruit punch Rip-It

Gulp it, down it, chug it, sip it

In the gunner's sling, sway side to side

240B in the cradle, M4 right side

Talk of sex

Talk of food

It's all allowed

Nothing's too crude

Sometimes you talk

Sometimes you listen

Don't talk later 'bout what's said on mission

Check alleyways, balconies, traffic, rooftops

At five miles-an-hour, this convoy never stops

Red Bull, Gatorade, citrus Rip-It

Gulp it, down it, chug it, sip it

In the gunner's sling, sway side to side

240B in the cradle, shotgun left side

In the distance, flashes of white light

Watch them bloom throughout the green night

Was it dust lightning? Was it a bomb?

Don't matter to us, this mission carries on

Two hours to dawn, eight hours 'til we're done

Check balconies, traffic, alleyways, rooftops

At five miles-an-hour, this convoy never stops

Wild Tiger, water, sugar-free Rip It

Guld it, down it, chug it sip it

In the gunner's sling sway side to side

240B in the cradle, the unknown front side

Machine gun's pistol grip in my gloved hand

Scan for threats in this land of sand

Toss candy to smiling kids

Your home is a mess, here, take this

They scramble for the sugar, we drive away

No peace or prosperity, but enjoy tooth decay

Check traffic, balconies, alleyways, rooftops

At five-miles-an-hour, this convoy never stops