[Chorus: Jet Neptune]

Basic training

I  ain’t Private Ryan, ain’t nobody save me baby

They  won’t let me cry

Now I’m doing basic training

Yeah I hate it lately

I’mma  see you later baby

I  can’t promise it’s a maybe

I’m in basic training

I  ain’t Private Ryan, ain’t nobody save me baby

They won’t let me cry

Now I’m doing basic training

Yeah I hate it lately

I’mma  see you later baby

I can’t promise it’s a maybe

[Verse 1: Jet Neptune]

Sooner or later I’ll be disabled

I watch where my hooves step

If I’m tripping I might set it off

Switching my bayonet to a sabre

I might need a few inches

These necks I’mma go slit ‘em all

Stitching up players of sick games

I’m cast as the crew medic

The last one is lost to the cause

Learning to hit ‘em from new angles

The day that they turn tables

The day that I go visit God

[Verse 2: Money Goblin]

Identity crisis

Steady I’m cleaning my rifle

Got knife in my boot on my ankle

Anchored to troop when I move

Ghillie suit

Sitting in a bush I’m waiting, on this cliff I could wait for days

I don’t get paid much, I don’t get a vacation

No basic training, It’s desert storm

War paint on my face

Saddam Hussien

I’m naked, I’m naked

I’m going in blazing, I’m painting a picture

Never put a name on my paper

You don’t need to know it was me

If you do you’ll figure out later

If you need to know where I am

I’m in Iran with the Persian sabre

[Chorus: Jet Neptune]

Basic training

I ain’t Private Ryan, ain’t nobody save me baby

They won’t let me cry

Now I’m doing basic training

Yeah I hate it lately

I’mma see you later baby

I can’t promise it’s a maybe

I’m in basic training

I ain’t Private Ryan, ain’t nobody save me baby

They won’t let me cry

Now I’m doing basic training

Yeah I hate it lately

I’mma see you later baby

I can’t promise it’s a maybe

[Interlude: Money Goblin]

Strait of Hormuz

Money Clan trooper

Came here to shoot

Grab onto my helmet then move

Move with the unit

I’m not here to save you

I am the sultan

As long as I’m here and everyone hates it

[Verse 3: Jet Neptune]

Buzz cut, I got a bunch of ‘em hunting me deep in the hills

I’m a killer not loving it

I got a memory tracking me follow the prints of my

Boots in the fields, and I’m lacking these feelings

Oh, I got a tango to deal with

I got a payload to steal

Baby I’m earning my meal

I got a pain in the back of my heel

I got a reason to pray when I kneel

I got a feeling it pains me whenever I try to discover it

I’m not above it

There’s days that I wish to be under it

[Outro: Jet Neptune]

Losing my plan now, blood in the sand now

Sick I’m a mad cow, but at least I’m a man now

Right…?