Lock it Load it

Lyrics

Well I woke up this mornin' in my camo boots,
Hangin’ with the boys from the 710 troop,
Netherlands strong, got fire in our soul,
We’re the Patriot kings, got targets to control.

Radar's hummin’, CRC’s tight,
Bandbox buzzin’ through the dead of night,
I’m a Sam Controller, baby, I don't miss,
I paint the sky red with a fireball kiss.

Lock it, load it, NASAMS rollin’,
Patriot Fire Units, missiles strollin’,
Command and control, yeah we run the show,
Tell your mama I’m the baddest damn foe.
Ain’t no threat gonna fly through my zone,
Sam Allocator, sittin’ proud on the throne.

I got a beer in one hand, mouse in the other,
Killin’ them bastards like it’s no damn bother.
CRC talkin’, callin’ me up,
I light ‘em all up like a Fourth of July cup.

Dutch-born warrior, free and wild,
With a missile so mean it'll make ya child.
We ain’t playin’ games with your weak-ass fleet,
This ain’t Call of Duty, this is real concrete.

Lock it, load it, NASAMS rollin’,
Patriot Fire Units, death patrollin’,
Command and control, got it tight and true,
Don’t poke the lion if you ain't got a crew.
I’m the Sam Controller, sharp as a blade,
Turn your little airshow to a fire parade.

You bring your birds, we’ll bring the sky down,
From Aocs to the pale, we own this town.
With that Bandbox click and a radar ping,
We make steel rain, hear the missiles sing.

So here’s to the 710, Dutch and proud,
We stand our ground, heads unbowed.
When the sirens wail and the red lights glow,
Just know who's runnin' that high-tech show.

Lock it, load it, Patriots rollin’,
Enemies flee when the Dutch start trollin’.
Command and control, airspace tight,
Sam Allocator gonna tuck you in tonight.
We don’t bluff, we don’t negotiate,
We just track, launch, and obliterate