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 what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger then damn I must be a f***king monster REPEAT X4

(Verse 1 Pat Maine)
bolt to the bolt in my neck, Its alive!
I predator ready to find you
So if you would? just run while the is good,
As a matter of fact you should and could,
One of you run in the woods, and trip on a root,
just like in one of them books, to hang in my dundeon 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 poof turn a human to soot,
I really your ready but ready or not,
I've widdled the metal its 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,
they haven't 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 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 sear through 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, like shit, slapped in the face,
my captors of the day I get my chance to escape when I snap in a rage,
can't till I snack on their brain feel their bones crack on my fangs,
feel their splash on my face,
it's when get your revenge and you massacre every mother f**ker in your 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 a blade or a knife, Nahh I got fists 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 but I don't give a shit,
I look forward to being 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 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, nice guys might finish last but we 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 i'm an avid fan of over activity
Deactivated from the pack happily in captivity
to chemically 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 shit out of divinity