Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

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Album: Charades
Written by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Luck and Ecid
Produced by:
Alive and Well

(Chorus)
If its true what doesn't kill you makes you stronger then damn I must be a f***king monster REPEAT X4

(Verse 1 Pat Maine)
Lightning to the bolt in my neck, Its alive!
I made predator to find you
So if you would? run while the running is good,
As a matter of you should stumble and could,
One of you run in the woods, and trip on a root,
just like in one of them books, to in my dundeon hung on the hooks,
come in and look up the roof, of the not so wonderful nook,
chemicals and cook but just one touch and then poof turn a human to soot,
I really hope your ready but or not,
widdled the metal its ready to chop,
put head on the block,
steady machete ya noodle til it is and sauce,
mace you knot, till your face is off, a scene hate to watch,
till the place is washed with salt and all of the yellow tape is it off,
they haven't the law for me to break the law,
so pray the cops cop to call or a squadron comes with not just guns or somebody has gotta come and save the cops,
looking at all of the mirrors on the wall, embrace all the thats are called,
when you see i have an appearance at all,
just a set of eyes that'll peer through soul,
a knife that'll sear your gall,
close to the voice in your head but all your hearing is AHHHH

(Verse 2 Sleep)

(Verse 3 Luck)

I'm a beast trapped in a cage, treated like shit, in the face,
my afraid of the day I get my chance to escape when I snap in a rage,
can't wait I snack on their brain feel their bones crack on my fangs,
their blood splash on my face,
it's fantastic when get your revenge and you every mother f**ker in your sight,
sucka's wanna yeah right you gone say goodnight,
and you'll pay the price for with me everyday of my life,
an I don't need a blade or a knife, I got fists I got anger,
and you can get in the danger,
lost at the bottom of a creek with concrete Cleets on the side of a monsters revenga,
tried to warn ya, you gonna be another in the war club,
I know that it's but I don't give a shit,
I forward to being covered in your blood,
bath in the beauty of the blood shed, maybe even make it a movie called f**khead, looses his life cause he chooses to fight with a monster dumb luck when he's upset,
then I'll have a f**k with your wife just so I can rub it in your face,
after I nut I'm grabbing the club finishing the job and I'm crushing in your face, nice guys might finish last but we whip that ass when we get to the finish line,
hell brings me to your doorstep with a ring and I think that it's dinner time.

(Verse 4 Ecid)

I'm not an activist actively i'm an avid fan of over activity
Deactivated from the pack basking in captivity
Attracted to chemically em balanced
That cant to give a fuck enough to adapt willingly
My middle fingers been Willing me to victory since I was old enough to finger fuck the holy shit out of