Vik.Tory - This is my rifle | Текст песни

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soy russian chicano
Vik.Tory...
so
so so so

why do you people hate the world and love judge each other?
crumbling every kind word and make the truth suffer
you're the one from anothers
black ,white brothers
latino,russians and judes
chinees,arabians,kavkaz
who the fuck gonna be impress when saw the color of your ass?
what bitches who care about narrow your eyez or wide
so,make up your mind before will turn to wild one
keep on moving with the brain as your rifle

This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
(hey God, I swear this creed)
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country
We are the masters of our enemies,don't cross the line.

This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
(hey God, I swear this creed)
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country
We are the masters of our enemies,don't cross the line.

i think about children with different-nation's parents
they're struggling everyday, like a dogs, to get the parage
the only way to survive it's not a violence and drugs
it's your brain homie,be smart,make them shocked
and by the same token,color of brain is gray
and every human has exactly the same thing
inside your head the fastest bullets ever
shoot your enemies up,solve the problem as clever
shot one,shot two,shot three,reload
my rifle and myself are worry bout my disengagement
shot four,shot five,shot six and stop
my rifle and myself will make you cold with first shot

and ya know what i mean this is real talk
treat your rifle as the king greatful to God
make a wish,and everyone who crosses your road
will get shot one,shot two,shot three,reload

This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
(hey God, I swear this creed)
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country
We are the masters of our enemies,don't cross the line.

This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
(hey God, I swear this creed)
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country
We are the masters of our enemies,don't cross the line.


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