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A Commando ,
Sicilian mafia, who knows,
Maybe from the gang, maybe a new list,
Platoon armed with dirty cigars.
Advanced weapons, grenades and scopes,
A short distance if there is no way out,
It is the terrorism that invades the streets,
And the rivals seek to escape,
It is the flyer that continues to attack,
They do not know what time They don't know when,
Who follows the burning of commando with the enemies,
Wild strategy kill or be killed,
There are like fifty that seem like a thousand,
The pieces fly and can be seen in the air,
The blood runs over the glass, ,
The city and crime is somewhat bizarre,
And the company prints on white pages.
They will have high rank special permission,
Maybe the godfather called them boss,
They are professionals and there is no doubt about that,
If I fell relentless and there is no doubt about that,
Those who owe something are very nervous,
Some have paid or are looking for a way,
After revenge and pact with death,
Registered trademark of the X command.