Lyrics - Soldier Of Fortune by Razor

Give me the weapons,
I'll finish the job
I do what
I have to, to winkilling the weak if they're not on my side
I don't know the meaning of sinunder command if you're paying my price
I'm paying your back with my skilla hit man who deeds out the violence with easeemotionless, customized kill
Take aim: open fire
I've still got drive and
I've still got the fucking desire
Survivor of torture disturber of peacefightning for reasons unknownreally don't care if
I'm good or
I'm badyou pay me and
I set the tonelike a cancerous cell infesting your bloodthey still haven't found me a curevictim circumstance, driven by greedbelieve me, my hatred is pure
S.
O.
F., lives to be claimedliving in trenches and barrens untamed
S.
O.
F., treasonous crimesmotives uncertain a sign of the timeskilling machine, evil regime, sinister dream, listen for screams,paying my price, rolling the dice, should've thought twiceyour neck
I will slice
Take aim: open fire
I've still got the drive and
I've still got the fucking desiretake aim: you'll pay
I've still got the will and i've still got the power to stay

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