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This Horn
Tertiary
that I always carry with me
wherever I want I take it
because it is my best friend.
He has always saved me
when death approaches
he has cleared the path for me
I have been very lucky...
More than 20 confrontations
and he hasn't let me down
how nice it feels
when I'm raffling him...
Everyone fears me
when they see me
the horn in my hand
they know that I become
in the most cruel bloodthirsty
and my horn just wants to
it just wants to be shooting...
Of all kinds of trucks
and cars he has crossed
he has not left any alive
until he is finished.
Chests of all kinds
also military helmets
my horn has flown
it has never failed me
More than 20 confrontations
and it doesn't let me down has left him down
how nice it feels
when I'm raffling him...
Everyone fears me
when they see me
the horn in my hand
They know that I become
in the most cruel bloodthirsty
and my horn just wants to
it just wants to be shooting...