Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

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Album: Doomsday
Written by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Dumb Luck and
by: Vividend
Alive and Family

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

(Verse 1 Pat Maine)
Lightning bolt to the in my neck, Its alive!
I made predator to find you
So if you would? just run the running is good,
As a of fact you should stumble and could,
One of you run in the woods, and trip on a root,
like in one of them books, to hang 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 turn a human to soot,
I really hope your ready but or not,
I've widdled the its ready to chop,
put head on the block,
steady ya noodle til it is spaghetti and sauce,
you knot, till your face is off, a scene you'd hate to watch,
till the place is with abrasive salt and all of the yellow tape is it off,
they made the law for me to break the law,
so pray the cops gotta cop to call or a squadron with not just guns or somebody has gotta come and save the cops,
looking at all of the mirrors on the wall, all the fears thats are called,
when you see i don't an appearance at all,
just a set of eyes that'll through your soul,
a knife that'll through your gall,
listening close to the in your 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 till I snack on their brain their bones crack on my fangs,
feel their blood on my face,
it's fantastic when get your and you massacre every mother f**ker in your sight,
sucka's wanna yeah right you gone say goodnight,
and you'll pay the price for f**kin with me of my life,
an I don't need a blade or a knife, Nahh I got I got anger,
and you can get in the danger,
lost at the bottom of a creek with Cleets on the opposite side of a monsters revenga,
tried to warn ya, you gonna be another in the war club,
I know that it's sick but I give a shit,
I look 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 like dumb luck when he's upset,
then I'll have a f**k fest with your wife just so I can rub it in face,
after I nut then I'm 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 bell ring and I think that dinner time.

(Verse 4 Ecid)

I'm not an activist actively actually i'm an avid fan of activity
from the pack happily basking in captivity
Attracted to chemically em facsimiles
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 shit out of divinity