Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

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Album: Charades
Written by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Dumb and Ecid
by: Vividend
Alive and Well

(Chorus)
If its true what kill you only 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 predator ready to find you
So if you would? just run the running is good,
As a matter of fact you stumble and could,
One of you just run in the woods, and 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 bubble and cook but just one touch and then poof a human to soot,
I really your ready but ready or not,
I've the metal its ready to chop,
put head on the block,
steady machete ya noodle til it is and sauce,
you knot, till your face is off, a scene you'd hate to watch,
till the place is washed with abrasive salt and all of the yellow is it off,
haven't made the law for me to break the law,
so pray the cops gotta cop to call or a squadron comes with not just or somebody has gotta come and save the cops,
looking at all of the on the wall, embrace all the fears thats are called,
when you see i don't have an at all,
a set of eyes that'll peer through your soul,
a knife that'll sear through gall,
listening close to the voice in head but all your hearing is AHHHH

(Verse 2 Sleep)

(Verse 3 Luck)

I'm a trapped in a cage, treated like shit, slapped in the face,
my captors afraid of the day I get my chance to when I snap in a rage,
can't wait I snack on their brain feel their bones crack on my fangs,
feel blood splash on my face,
it's fantastic get your revenge and you massacre every mother f**ker in your sight,
sucka's wanna fight 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 with concrete Cleets on the opposite side of a monsters revenga,
tried to warn ya, you be another notch in the war club,
I know that it's sick but I don't 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 a f**k fest with your wife just so I can rub it in your face,
after I nut then I'm grabbing the club finishing the job and I'm crushing in your face, guys might finish last but we whip that ass when we get to the finish line,
brings me to your doorstep with a bell ring and I think that it's dinner time.

(Verse 4 Ecid)

I'm not an activist actively actually i'm an fan of over activity
from the pack happily basking in captivity
Attracted to chemically em facsimiles
That manage 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