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In depths of hell
While securing the land
There is you and your rifle
Your only true friend

The only one savior
From ponyfication
The best invention
Of whole cancer nation

30 pieces of lead
With a little gunpowder
Are looking ahead
M-16 is your power

Chorus:
This is my rifle
This is my gun
This is for killing
This is for fun
M-16!

Dark brony camp
Lies straight ahead
You may capture some
But you want them dead

Helicopters incoming
Cancer is raging
Transforms into bullets
Explosions and napalm

Pure pony hate
Burns in your veins
As you see the destruction
Of faggotry race

Chorus

Blinded by offence
As you pull the trigger
See as bront falls
Blood flows like a river

Everything's burning
But much left to do
Винтовка это праздник
Все летит в пизду

Pull the trigger
Send your bullet
Death is coming
No refuge

SOLO

This is my rifle.
There are many others like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
I will.
Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country,
we are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviours of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace.
Amen.

Chorus

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