Full Metal Jacket

If you see a sucker, lick it
If you, if you, if you, if you see a sucker lick it
(Huh!)
If you see a sucker, lick it
If you, if you, if you, if you see a sucker lick it

In the days of my bullheaded adolescence
I was having wet dreams of a Smith & Wesson
I held grudges in my fists, bottling the venom
Hit 'em with a sting that would send 'em spinnin'

Full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal
F-full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal

Some like it hot, some love it raw
Some want it on the top of Daddy's LaFerrar'
Strobe lights and a big ol' fucking camera
Fighting is like fucking in a sense you gettin' off your rocks!
Remember when we did what we did in that parking lot?
On our backs, blue and bright, it was the last hurrah and
In your sixties, I'll be swimming in your mental reservoir
Fistful of rubies and a face full of retinol
Bitch!
I'm never the first to throw a fist
But always the last to get a lick
I call my clip the candy flip
Cause when it hit bet it hit, huh!

Full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal
F-full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal

Make no mistake of it, ah, ah
You get from life what you can shake from it, I, I
Two-timed the reaper for the sake of it
I give him butterflies, he still aches for me
Oh, how he aches for me!
That boy really thought he could make saint of me
Put a fresh coat of pearl on the gates for me
I was five the first time bullets sang to me
Metal lullabies, it was Novocain to me
Mama went to church, tried to pray for me
But the holy water ain't rinse the stains on me
And I'd be damned (I'd be damned)
I'd be damned (I'd be damned)
If I did let that silver bullet rain on me
So I go

Full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal
F-full metal jacket, f-full metal jacket
I go full metal jacket, f-full fucking metal

Tick tick tick tock
Man at twelve o' clock
Spit-shined big shot
Chip him off the block
Mister man, I reckon you would like a
Crenshaw paint job, spray him in his ride
Bitch, I lived my life inside a hot
Trimmed off jigsaw millimetre nine
Since five hid myself in M9s
Semis lit my dim Vanilla Sky
Sayin'

If you see a sucker, lick it
If you, if you, if you, if you see a sucker lick it
(Huh!)
If you see a sucker, lick it
If you, if you, if you, if you see a sucker lick it

Said
Since five M9s, landmine semis
And I in a game of look alive
Since five M9s, landmine semis
And I in a game of look—
*Sound of gunshot*