Learned with a furnice, burning.. it rates the oppression
and flared whats held dear, Fear took place of obsession
It ate my expressions, & fighting's a must... when many sing
for hope and for hate, Jew faces look flushed of everything
Severed, and cold.. blood should be shedded, I'm told
so then they beheaded my bro, and shreaded my soul..
my dead family remains in a locket, lost or locked in the-
-safe next to the harmonica, glock and swastika
Traitor or savior? but behind hitler's bodys' do I lead?
I knew if I'd commit suicide, it's to take kamikaze nazis.
because to be in a cluster, caught.. you ash to dust or rot
& from the start, I muster plots from just the thought
I trained to be my enemy, even my pride was captured
..died of laughter, my bullets aim at their higher stature
so before I apologize, I toss your eyes, anthologize
the rhymes done, dispose mien kaumpf & expose all the lies
Rockets pass slow, hittin the lotto as I pop those
Pockets pistacio, When I took the guapo from gustapo,
corpses cover floors, people who I swore to love, adore..
never asked for nothing more, than what made me a dove of war.
to seek the truth, doing my deeds is doom, die avenged
I fiend for food now that the greed consumed my revenge
violence ends.. Allies are here to rescue the millions
I had to step through & end mien fuera's sesspool of minions
sworms of men, no common sence, only if ya'll had a voice
wearing the same uniform as them, we all have a choice..
& we have a noise, it seems.. born in deaths and tragedy
screams, effective massively, preformed in depths of agony
I die a thousand times, scorned, excelled by the horns of hell
killing both sides, I became a dormant shell of my former self
& davids rabid, enslaveing generals are peering a strict joint
directing young children to thier death, wearing a 6 point
loneliness of being a soviet, blending in as a mercenary
its what you heard already, neverending wins birthed & buried
urges heavy, and fighting it was for strictly thinkers
a swiftly swinger, from the trigger to my sticky fingers
jewels and gold are piled in auswitch, I wanted all of it
in the dieing army of a hierarchy,
the true meaning of a hollow cost is spent
* An undercover soviet, and german soldier was spotted later arriving with his cold earned cash to the reminense of a battle already fought. and won. he walks the battlefield to greet the americans. they shot him on sight, thinking he was an enemy soldier. a hollow cost is spent.*
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