Soldado 121

Fuck the system, it's gonna rain blood in this shit!
Get your bulletproof vest ready
Don't push your luck these days
Just two steps and you meet death
In the sights of the Glock, no, there's no mercy
Just a punk lying on the ground, bullets piercing the heart
No mercy at all, the body sprawls on the sidewalk
They'll skip the forensics when they see the bullet holes in the face
If Christ, who was holy, died, you think you're eternal?
A brand new Audi won't save you from hell
The barrel of the AK-47 heats up from all the fire
Crush, massacre, Colt's buttstock to the face
It's the devil's trademark
Rossi and PT ready to lodge 13 CBC in your skull
Whoever bet lost, the blood wasn't ketchup
When you heard the siren from the ambulance, you saw it wasn't makeup
If it were the coffin, it wouldn't be sealed because death was violent
Kids playing ball around because they don't lack presence
The bullet that hits right, the head explodes, the mind pierces the neck
Dundum projectile proves your life is short
And in the quiet, the AK sub-Mac reigns, if you don't armor up
The cartilage in your skull won't survive

How many cock the gun, bullets that shoot kill
If it hits the face, the brain explodes right away
Out of the magazine, the dog barks, ear explodes
Let's see who's a man in the sights of the .45

When you cock the gun, bullets that shoot kill
If it hits the face, the brain explodes right away
Out of the magazine, the dog barks, ear explodes
Let's see who's a man in the sights of the .45

It's finger on the trigger, clack, another dead guy
In fractions of a second, hate creates another soldier
The devil watches, the homies tighten up, fuck who will cry
Land without laws, and those who shoot to kill are revered
Spin the chamber of the .38, unload 6 in the dome
Golden goal, end of the game, one to nothing for the devil
Who laughs when you spill innocent blood
Counts down to wait for you in the burning fire
Soft finger gets involved, thinks he's a man
Unloads the 9, boom, brain explodes
The family suffers from the death, the roly pointer did damage
Holes left in the forehead
Another dead guy six feet under in a sealed coffin
The boat of life sinks in a river of blood
Overflowing with the wickedness of ignorant man
No press, no prayer, no cry for help
Everyone turns to dust in the sights of the PT 938
Soldier 121, puppet of the devil
Your wickedness reflects in the shine of the chrome barrel
Today you aim and shoot, but tomorrow you'll be the target
Don't wait to regret it only with your brain splattered on the asphalt

Shot in the dog, skip the .380
The soldier's reward is an open skull paid in hell
Today you aim and shoot, but tomorrow you'll be the target
Don't wait to regret it only when you're full of holes

Survivor of the war feels no compassion
Watching the enemy carried by the handles of the coffin
Not even science is here with the cure for cancer
Just making long-range weapons to blow skulls from afar
Always extended, Saint Jude Thaddeus
If it wasn't me who died, fuck it, the blood has already flowed
Only anger grew in the mind, soon another falls, six of Teflon
In the chamber, tearing vests is common
Drug trafficking filled the coroner's office with the dead
Bitter weekend, terror and sealed coffin
The bullets you fired will one day come back double
The shots you hit someone with will one day hit your body
Justice with your own hands doesn't bring back those who are gone
It's just a mother crying around the tomb on the 2nd of November
Soldier 121, your fate is sealed
There's always someone to collect, and one day you'll be the dead guy
Here you do, here you pay, here you kill, here you die
Here you will suffer, and here you suffer
Finger on the dog, chest puffed, bursts everywhere
Save yourself if you can, and if you can, soldier of the devil

How many cock the gun, bullets that shoot kill
If it hits the face, the brain explodes right away
Out of the magazine, the dog barks, ear explodes
Let's see who's a man in the sights of the .45

How many cock the gun, bullets that shoot kill
If it hits the face, the brain explodes right away
Out of the magazine, the dog barks, ear explodes
Let's see who's a man in the sights of the .45

Take your finger off the dog, skip the .380
The soldier's reward is an open skull paid in hell
Today you aim and shoot, but tomorrow you'll be the target
Don't wait to regret it only when you're full of holes!