Originally Posted by
Bronze Feet
Configure, sign away your life, but i forged the signature
riddler spittin rapture/
captured at night, bible passages and war songs i recite,
rifle and bayonet, kept clean, for the war scene/
creates fiends, my eyes bloodshot, from sounds of gunshots
profound, shells weighin 12 pounds, in come the hounds/
searchin through the live and dead, clothes soaked red,
shoot the hound through the head/
middle of no mans land, with pistol in hand, here comes the enemy clan
take out the picture of my fam/
two sounds blam blam, two men down, no more rounds, wheres back up
troops stack up to my left and right/
machine guns fire at every sight, made it home that night
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