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Tonight you pukes will sleep with your rifles.
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You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood.
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And you will be faithful!
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This is my rifle
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There are many like it but this one is mine
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My rifle is my best friend
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It is my life
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I must master it as I must master my life
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Without me my rifle is useless
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Without my rifle I am useless
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[Shogun Assasson]
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Listen to this black visionary, bringin war like a revolutionary
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Cause drunk and deadly poetry over murderous melodies
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So prepare for death be your penalty
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Now you're a mere memory of bloody victory
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Soldiers drivin mad by centuries of lies and trickery
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Then go on a killin spree puttin devils out their misery
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Hearin screams sounds of agony
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Hostility takes over me
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Mind adventurin through the cracks of insanity
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Down the hallowed halls of hell
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Walkin the dreaded years with no fears
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Givin persons cold stares
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Cause I know they fakes as snakes is stabbed in the back
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With poisonous attacks whose wicked ass gets subtracted
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My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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Me and my rifle are the defenders of my country
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We are the masters of our enemies
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We are the saviors of my life
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So be it until there is no enemy
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Find peace within
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[Dom PaChino]
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I wield the silent weapon for this quiet war that's instore
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My physical's on a world tour, my brain is wagin war in the urban
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Send the blocks stacked like castles
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They call them project housin, arousin anger
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Define who's being distributed, new faces prohibited
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In this wild life I'm livin in is a new millenium
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Got my adrenaline purrin like an engine
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Camouflage ninjas avengin
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My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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We are the masters of our enemies
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We are the saviors of my life
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So be it until there is no enemy
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Find peace within
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[Beretta 9]
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My thoughts travel far beyond the galaxies
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Praise hard to shootin stars
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Deadly bombin for the cause wildcat
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Razor close likes it in the innocent, the five percent
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Attribute, roll God Allah, fuck the government
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I design military warheads with infrared
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Gotta be sled - oh shit here come the feds
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Don't move or you're dead, niggas fled like fugitives
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Considered non-dangerous the way niggas don't pertain to this
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Killarmy breath of this bullshit ignorance
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As I overtake the sun, multiply deaf and dumb
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Victims of illusions, don't understand confusion
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I let my thoughts be born of poetry show and proven
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Do we be the chosen on the uprise, eighty fives
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Don't realize to check for these bad guys with the snake eyes
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The poisonous venom's cold wettin lives
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Killarmy on the return like the Jedi
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This is my rifle
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There are many like it but this one is mine
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My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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We are the masters of our enemies
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We are the saviors of my life
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So be it until there is no enemy
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Find peace within
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This is my rifle
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There are many like it but this one is mine
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My rifle is my best friend
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It is my life
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I must master it as I must master my life
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Without me my rifle is useless
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Without my rifle I am useless
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I must fire my rifle true
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I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me
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I must shoot him before he shoots me
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I will
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Under Siege
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Killarmy |