Caceria

You’re gonna remember my state
My face, my code, my name
And my nickname
I’ll break through your armor, your crew, your escort
Your rank and your backup
You’re gonna know what it feels like
To crawl through the mud

I’m gonna find you in the caves, the hills
The mountains, the plains, and the streams

For being a treacherous backstabber, a rat
For being scum, this time I won’t forgive
To hunt the snakes
For that, I go solo

I’m tracking your trail
I’ve got the target in my sights
I want to look you in the eyes
I want to breathe your fear
Three seconds would be enough for me...
To unload my horn!

Caravans of death
Tracking your breath
Your fear and your shadow

It’s not so easy to escape
From fate, from luck when
It’s your turn

The story is already written, and this time
It’s your time to die

I’ve got my powerful gear
Activating, operating
Clearing the path

My weaponry is
Imposing, attacking, destroying
Any enemy

At night I throw grenades
By day, it’s a goat horn

Things go my way
That’s why I’m the boss
Where I pave the way
My people follow me
My word is respected...
With bullets or with cash