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We storm on you with our AK47´s
Pin you down naked on the floor
Rob you of your treasure and dignity
Rob you of your pleasure and mortality
This is where you end
and where torture begins
Got a picture of your wife and your adress
Confess to this mob and she´ll suffer less

Under Fire Command… Confess!

Such a miserable piece of shit
No good to no one a cancer ridden tit
I leave you now, leave you on the floor
Throw you some pictures when I fuck your whore
hahahaha..

Now smell my fingers you useless shit
they ´ve been rubbing your teenage daughters clit
She enjoyed it, moaned, that little whore
so I had to skin her when she asked for more
Looks like I just won
Taste of dead sex on my tongue
Here´s a picture when she chokes on a dead mans dick
and here is after when she gives me a kiss

There is blood, blood on the floor
blood in the ceiling, blood on the walls
We snap your fingers, we break your ribs
and then we feed you, your daughters tits

Under Fire Command… Chew!

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