It's About to Get Historical (Patreon)

[Intro]Armor up; it’s about to get historical. [Verse 1: M4 Sherman]Name’s Sherman, General Issue, the staple of your nightmares, and paired down to abuse youPull up fifty-thou deep, sour Mustache like a yuzuDetroit-built baddie with a five-man a cabbie got got got got got Mr. Mustache call call callin’ me daddy.Lend-lease lovechild your factories couldn’t manageWith a radial growl and a stabilized package, I’m the rolling hot-hot-hot-hot-hotbox that haunts you day and nightBright like “Ronson,” yeah they called me—yeah, I light up real quick, but with seven five whiskey, don't think you'll take me out quick.[Verse 2: T-34]Кей, зэт севен-файв ту софт, энд ёр вэй ту факин’ толлКол ми Бэйби Блять каз Ай стартед зэ спроллКроссд хаф оф Юроп виз э грин он май плейтКруз халф-дэд, бат Ай кэрри зэ стейтЁр доктрин из э спредшит; майн из ин зэ дёртМайн из ин зэ водка, майн из ин зэ хёрт[Interlude: Ghost of Renault FT (screaming from the void)]THEY PUT A GUN ON ME AND I DROWNED ME SENT ME INTO MUD.MY ENGINE COUGHED BLOOD WHILE THE SKIES RAINED CRUD.FOUR HORSEPOWER AND A DREAM—WHAT THE HELL IS ARMOR!?I DIED IN VERDUN! I DIED FOR A FARMER!Y’ALL GOT RADIOS?? I HAD PIGEONS AND PRAYERS!!MY HATCH WAS A CURSE, MY TREADS WERE DARES!!![Outro - Renault FT]AND I DIED WITH RATS IN MY FACE!!