[Intro] (Whistle: Fweet!) (Ptoo!) Yo, Missy flip it. (Ptoo!) Ladies... Atten-shun! (Scratch: Ti-ki-ti-ki-wa!) [Verse 1] 0400, clock is tickin' (Tick!) I’m laced up, boys still chicken. Johnson tripped on his own shoe lace (Ptoo!) Mud all over his face. [Pre-Chorus 1] Left foot, right foot, stay in line (Ptoo!) Your pace slow, but mine divine. Tired, boy? Go take a nap While we runnin' 'round the map. [Chorus 1] Queens of the Corps, we run the drill Men cryin' on the hike, they can't climb the hill. (Ptoo!) Spit it out, keep the rhythm in the boots We the ones that hit the target when the company shoots. [Verse 2] Obstacle course, we fly through wires Private Pete’s stuck, check his tires (He tired!) (Ptoo!) He lost his compass in the sand While we the finest in the land. [Pre-Chorus 2] Left foot, right foot, stay in line (Ptoo!) Your pace slow, but mine divine. Tired, boy? Go take a nap While we runnin' 'round the map. [Chorus 2] Queens of the Corps, we run the drill Men cryin' on the hike, they can't climb the hill. (Ptoo!) Spit it out, keep the rhythm in the boots We the ones that hit the target when the company shoots. [Verse 3] Rifle range, watch the way I aim (Click-clack) Kevin’s shakin', what a shame. (Ptoo!) He hit the tree, he hit the sky I hit the bullseye, winkin' my eye. [Pre-Chorus 3] Left foot, right foot, stay in line (Ptoo!) Your pace slow, but mine divine. Tired, boy? Go take a nap While we runnin' 'round the map. [Chorus 3] Queens of the Corps, we run the drill Men cryin' on the hike, they can't climb the hill. (Ptoo!) Spit it out, keep the rhythm in the boots We the ones that hit the target when the company shoots. [Verse 4] Ten miles down, rucksacks heavy Boys look shaky like a broken Chevy. (Ptoo!) "Feet hurt, Sarge!" – stop the whine We cross the mark in record time. [Pre-Chorus 4] Left foot, right foot, stay in line (Ptoo!) Your pace slow, but mine divine. Tired, boy? Go take a nap While we runnin' 'round the map. [Chorus 4] Queens of the Corps, we run the drill Men cryin' on the hike, they can't climb the hill. (Ptoo!) Spit it out, keep the rhythm in the boots We the ones that hit the target when the company shoots. [Rap-Part] Fifty push-ups, check my gloss (Check it!) You do five and call the boss. (Ptoo!) That’s weak. (Ptoo!) That’s soft. Take that ego, toss it off! We lead, you follow, yeah we the best Medals heavy on a lady's chest! [Verse 5] Sunset comes, we still goin' strong Boys in the back singin' a sad song. (Ptoo!) They got blisters, we got stripes Tired of hearin' all the manly gripes. [Pre-Chorus 5] Left foot, right foot, stay in line (Ptoo!) Your pace slow, but mine divine. Tired, boy? Go take a nap While we runnin' 'round the map. [Chorus 5] Queens of the Corps, we run the drill Men cryin' on the hike, they can't climb the hill. (Ptoo!) Spit it out, keep the rhythm in the boots We the ones that hit the target when the company shoots. [Rap Bridge] (Fast flow) I-am-the-one-on-the-frontline Rhythm-and-flow-and-the-design (Ptoo!) Stop the track, flip it back Ladies leadin', that’s a fact! [Outro] (Ptoo!) Ladies, fall out. Boys... go get some band-aids. (Giggling) Missy. (Ptoo!) Dismissed!
