Laulunsanoja:
Bleeding Through The Pain Killer

what you gon' do? Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (Bone crusher) Bring the pain

, nowhere to hide Wake up, wake up and kill the machine Wake up, wake up and kill the machine Wake up, wake up and kill the machine

off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all (till everyone fall) You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues

the game and shoot to thrill Running through the trash, dressed to kill The midnight show-stoppers, it's a funny money game A hundred thousand bleeding

Adrenaline, you don't even feel the pain Wilder than your wildest dreams When you're going to extremes, it takes adrenaline You don't feel the pain Sail through

his killing self-torture Stiffening pain He sees the faces of the dead Guts are strewn from the children Splintered bones, poke through skin Gratification through

coldness induces me Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse with the dead Soon I will kill for myself Impending suffering, spasms Shooting through

, for every pain that killed a dream For every love that's taken me, for every pain Every turn sculptures strength (Self discipline is like tempered steel) To kill

kill and kill again You're cornered like a trapped rat in the pen now Watch you die, no, it doesn't bother me, see Just laugh and spit in the face of the enemy Kill, kill, kill, kill