Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Hater

Giving my to hell,
And Heaven I did my best.

One love to
To
And fuck tha

I'm tired of all these snakes and leaches on the vein,
I've bled enough and now these bout to feel tha pain.

You know you name the been and with a point of view,
Pussy mother fuckers talkin shit but had a clue.
Come with your cocksucka fuck yo life.

I tie you to a chair and you watch me fuck your wife.
I'm just trying to catch you slippin a bar of soap,
I catch you you sleepin fast
And then I your throat.

I watch you bleed and gargle for your last breath,
Then close the wound apply some to delay ya death.

See what it your whole existance don't mean shit to me,
It ain't nothing but time to kill to you history.
And all you had to do was to your fucking trap closed.
But now you got hands folded,
onto a single rose.

[Backup
I'll take your
here tonight
You to try, DIE!

Boondox]
Just close eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get on your knees,
Dry eyes bitch and make your peace.

[Jamie
OK not a hater,
If I was it no killin me.
I forever
die
Surviving off the
me with that everbody wants me dead same ol'
And switch my to a target hanging off my cable.

If you critisize my fashion you faggot Tim Gunn,
I'm a scrub,
It's since day one.
So the hater,
Replicator,
Dissin a foul tounge.

my magic marker and blacken his fuckin left lung,
With my box-cutter I'm a cut his eyes
And with broken pieces of mirror replacin his eyes.

Got a inside that's been along for the ride,
Since the release of my first LP in 95.

Ever since day
been embracin the hate
And basically not a fuck
Wut none of say.

So fuck ya'll
Black flowers up on casket
You get you deserve
Burn in hatein bastards

[Backup
I'll take life
Right here
You to try, DIE!

[Chorus:
close your eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and make peace.

I see the ya pullin
like a trailer hitch,
Come to hood with goons
And snatch you out trailer bitch.

Put on your knees and close eyes
for the execution.
Some call this degree
But I it my retribution.

Ya had your chance to the sun
And now in the rain,
I be the Skarcrow but you the one who brains.

I put the to the bone
And now your so
Two eleven to yadome now ya outta luck.

So many I spit just dwellin thinking of the day
Up to the point I sit for hours thinkin of
To make you
Make ya blood like the wine.

Six up underneath the ground
Have ya tha pine.
Thats how we do punk bitch a ___ mouth
in the woods till you discovered by a boy scout
Stupid mother fucker what was you
Now ya in the bushes
Like this rottin of the

[DIE w/]

[Backup
I'll your life
Right tonight
You to try, DIE!

Boondox]
Just your eyes,
Say your good-byes.
Get down on knees,
Dry them eyes bitch and your peace.