Yea there once was time, Viper pilots were Gods Lazing LGBs, in their targeting pods It was fairly tasking, not to overfill your cup But if you weren’t on your game, you could still screw it up Yea those days are all disappeared, the Anti-Christ is finally here And it’s JDAM, Dropping JDAM
I’m gonna tell stories, when I grow old How I flew the whole mission on altitude hold How I kept myself busy, from going insane I completely unstrapped, showed my wingman my brain There ain’t much to talk about, I even had time to rub one out Dropping JDAM, Dropping JDAM
Yea you thought LGBs, were easy to do Well Hell even Jerry’s kids, could do this shit too The flood of concentration, is down to a trickle All you need is a monkey, to throw poop and pickle Yea you don’t even have to check, just gotta remember to inkdec Droppin JDAM, Dropping JDAM