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The Last Oorah!

from PayDay by Chalkskin

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lyrics

(Hook.)
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!

(Verse 1.)
Welcome ya’ll
To that devil dog’s
Hospitality.
Blasphemy,
Yah’ magesty.
You partyin’ with marines.
We home.
It's on.
We in that killin’ zone,
Drinkin’ til one stands alone,
Oorah?
Oorah homes!
Walkin’ that hardball.
Foot mobilin’
Got me thinkin,
We need to get busy
Like some recons on that missions.
So dance!
‘Til heads hit the ceiling,
Knock yourself out
If you willin.
‘Dat won't go on
Page Eleven.
Tappin’ since
Tun Tavern.
Pass us that
Atropine.
We guzzlin’
Moonshine.
Need that injection.
Them chemicals
Make you go blind
FIRE!
You cleared hot.
Pop them rounds
Like NATO shots.
Jager bombs,
Vodka, scotch.
Disappear like
Black Ops.
I'm feelin’ Chestier
Than Puller
From liquor and sugar.
What would be cooler,
Is a cooler of that
Ripped Fueler.
Mixed with Ephedra
Is better than some
Hooters at Hooters.
I'll glass that in a hurry,
‘til that
Oh dark thirty!

(Hook.)
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!

(Verse 2.)
We Came.
We Saw.
We conquer for the cause.
Left that party lookin’ like
Normandy's bloodiest brawl.
Let me pause
Just a minute,
Reminisce.
First day
We steppin’ in.
On that yellow
Foot print.
Bald headed!
Boot camp!
Huffin’ air!
Body cramps!
Constipated!
Lackin’ naps!
Any day!
Gonna snap!
Broken down!
Built back!
I'm a rifle!
That's that!
Got your six!
You got my back!
Oorah?
Oorah that!
M.R.E.s
As good as crack.
From ham and cheese
To the rib racks.
Chop ‘em up
With my K-Bar,
Cup it in
My Kevlar.
We rock stars
In combat.
Rollin’ hard
In an amtrac,
What you know
‘Bout a flak Jacket?
Laced to the waist,
A Fanny Packet.
A fanny packet?
Yeah i said it!
Laugh again,
Make you regret it.
MMA my boot
To your lip.
Recognize
My blood stripe.
You got it right.
We built to fight.
Like Spartans,
300 guys.
The Few,
The Proud.
You criticize?
Talk in this 40
Mike Mike.

(Hook.)
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
‘Til the last Oorah!
Semper Fi until I die.
‘Til the last Oorah!

(Break down.)
We be them leathernecks.
You can’t cut through our flesh.
That’s why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.
We be them leathernecks.
You can’t cut through our flesh.
That’s why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.
We be them leathernecks.
You can’t cut through our flesh.
That’s why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.
We be them leathernecks.
You can’t cut through our flesh.
That’s why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.
We be them leathernecks.
You can’t cut through our flesh.
That’s why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.

(Verse 3.)
This is the Marine Corp!
Eagle, Anchor, Globe, Sword!
Simplified
Semper Fi.
More Faithful
Than a Jesus Christ.
I'll play you with
A paper knife.
So capable than
That average guy,
Kill you with two
Wet plies of tissue.
Paint you with my
Spit straw missile.
Let a MacGyver
Try’ta
Light a
Marine on fire.
Get White Feathered.
Been through hell
More than Lucifer.
Burnt so bad
That our necks turned lea-ther.
We be them leathernecks,
You can't cut through our flesh.
That's why we party like
We laughin’ in the face of death.

(Outro.)
Mwahahahahaha!
Tee hee.

credits

from PayDay, released July 4, 2012
(K. Marbury)

Produced by: Godson and Jaz "The Hookmaster" Williams

Keys: J. Carter

Vocals: DJ Pop'N'Fresh

Special Ops: Aaron Frantz

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