Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

A
Doomsday Charades
Written by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Dumb Luck and
Produced by:
Alive and Family

(Chorus)
If its true doesn't 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 made predator ready to you
So if you would? just run the running is good,
As a matter of you should stumble and could,
One of you just run in the woods, and on a root,
just like in one of them books, to hang in my dundeon on the hooks,
come in and up under the roof, of the not so wonderful nook,
chemicals bubble and cook but just one touch and then poof turn a to soot,
I really hope your but ready or not,
I've the metal its ready to chop,
put your on the block,
machete ya noodle til it is spaghetti and sauce,
mace you knot, till face is off, a scene you'd hate to watch,
till the place is washed with abrasive salt and all of the 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 comes with not just or somebody has gotta come and save the cops,
looking at all of the mirrors on the wall, embrace all the fears are called,
when you see i don't have an at all,
a set of eyes that'll peer through your soul,
a knife sear 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 beast trapped in a cage, treated like shit, in the face,
my captors 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,
feel their blood on my face,
it's fantastic when get your revenge and you massacre every mother f**ker in sight,
sucka's fight 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,
to warn ya, you gonna be another notch in the war club,
I know that it's but I don't give a shit,
I look forward to covered in your blood,
bath in the beauty of the blood shed, maybe even make it a movie called f**khead, looses his life he chooses to fight with a monster like dumb luck when he's upset,
then I'll have a f**k fest with your 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, nice guys might last but we whip that ass when we get to the finish line,
hell brings me to your doorstep a bell ring and I think that it's dinner time.

(Verse 4 Ecid)

I'm not an actively actually i'm an avid fan of over activity
Deactivated from the happily basking in captivity
Attracted to em balanced 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 holy shit out of