As time goes by, in mid stride, on the instalation LV-426, when alien forces are on the rise, and the federation needs someone to pick, To go in on that planet and make sure they can it, they call the best of the best!, they called in the others to mop up the bunch, but the 365th does the rest! But Mad 21 would tell the head honcho "Well sir! we cannot do it alone!" But with Amizon Marines and fighting 367th, we will send those xenomorphs home! We'll load our Pulses and Grenades, and with just one shot from Flamers! will makem shake n bake! We'll grab our trackers meds and mags, and strap on our Smartguns on, so let's look alive head to that hive and make that mother run! With Sappho's group and Win 23's, we'll kill anything that moves, but when your strappin on those big boots, and you feel strange son, it just might be a hugger in those shoes! With Maddog snappin at your heels, to stand up tall and straight, you'ld better listen when on a mission his job's to make sure you won't fall. As Gorski's 2nd platoon attacks, we're lucky if anything's left! then 367th will bring in the heavy, while Amizons clean up the rest! We're the fightin Marines! We're bad and we're tough, we'll nail those slime eating bugs, just give us a call, we'll blastm all, then sweep 'em under the rug! We hate dzer's, despize Pker's and whiners are kicked off the team! But if you feel lucky, and are good enough we'll let you take out that queen!! And after a hard days work, we've cleaned out the jerks! and the Amizons call us to play...we'll call 367 and strap on our weapons, then load up and be on our way. Cause we're the Alien Stompin, Amizon Protecton 367 Helpin Marines!

SALUTE!

-Punish