Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamcatchers And Body Snatchers

Blood in! out!
THE FUCK UP! GET EM BOYS!

For every single broken I ever suffered,
For every cutthroat and gutless motherfucker
to kick me when I'm down?
Want to stomp my into the ground?
You won't knock me off my two
I'm fuckin' like an animal!

BAD TO THE BONE THE DAY I WAS BORN!

But I've got miles and
to go I sleep
My nose is bleeding, is spinning
I can't fuckin' from grinning
Have I or am I winning?
Let's the score!

What are you for?
Hello, Angel-baby I don't anymore!
I have the story in my
The pen and paper in my
I cannot to see this through from the beginning to the end

I suffer writers and blurry vision
as begins to blend in with fiction
hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
Cleverly manifests into characters such as these

I'm a gypsy rebel fighter and I got a soul
I've got a full of demons and my fists are made of stone
got the teeth of a great white
And I've up quite an appetite
For all that mince-meat in that vertebrae you call a spine

I throw a mean hook
that stop a fuckin' truck!
And I've got seven deadly
Why you shouldn't push your
Cause on my "Colors" album I showed you the that I was flying
But if you listen close enough you see that I was trying to say

On the day I was
They say the heavens
Cause I was born a crown of thorns on my head
And the hearts of a men in my chest!

I'm unstoppable!
Two up and singing FUCK THE WORLD!
Oh yeah, I got my eye on you
and if I can't you, nobody will

1! 2! 3! 4!

I'm 22 old and what the fuck do I got to show?
I've got the skin on my and the muscles on my bones
My bones encase my heart, my heart my soul
So tell me what the he's got that I don't!?

Aside from the throat, and the broken neck
You're gonna get if you start showing me some fucking respect, boy!

it together
Deep breath, deep

him!
And her!
And you too!
Fuck what you say when it ain't you do
I've my penance and I've paid my dues
Not to motherfuckers and the likes of you

I'm break, and when I do
I that I'll just blame you
But the is that I
Am just so sick of my fucking life, I to die
You see I gave her my heart but she it back
So I took my baby and I put her in a bag
Then I her fuckin head in
Till it blended with the

You'd be surprised how people shed a tear for a whore like you!

And at the funeral I was up the dance floor
they were playing my favorite song!
All long!
To my surprise, it was an
But the body in the coffin was
You see I right then
This was the end
I'd lost my fuckin' mind!

And the Desperado knew right
That true love, just ain't in the cards for men him
It's a long and lonely road we
But someone's do it

WHO YOU ARE!

Hello, I don't know anymore!
I have the story in my
The pen and in my hand
I cannot seem to see this from the beginning to the end

I suffer writers block and vision
as fact begins to blend in fiction
hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as

up! Batter up! Batter on deck!
Take the blunt of bat to the back of her head
swings, three tries, if by chance she dies
First place is called self-respect

You see a whore is more than a gutter with a face
The apex of her ethics can be between her legs
So I don't hesitate, no to send the bitch to hell
You think I really give a flying fuck about a cell? (Hell naw)

My whole is a prison
Yeah I'm alive but don't mean that I'm living
In my chest lies a infested with war-monger maggots
And the man in the is a self-destructing faggot
I ain't fuckin' around this ain't a god joke
If I don't get shit out I think I'm gonna fuckin choke!

Everybody claims to be hard but they've never felt real
You see baby real's my name!

(To be continued)