Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

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Album: Charades
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)
Lightning bolt to the in my neck, Its alive!
I made predator ready to you
So if you would? just run while the 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 hung on the hooks,
in and look up under 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 hope ready but ready or not,
I've the metal its ready to chop,
put your on the block,
steady ya noodle til it is spaghetti and sauce,
mace you knot, till your 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 haven't made the law for me to 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 fears are called,
when you see i don't have an at all,
just a set of eyes that'll peer your soul,
a knife that'll sear through gall,
listening close to the voice in your head but all your is AHHHH

(Verse 2 Sleep)

(Verse 3 Luck)

I'm a beast 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 feel bones crack on my fangs,
feel blood splash on my face,
it's fantastic when get your revenge and you massacre mother f**ker in your sight,
sucka's fight yeah right you gone say goodnight,
and pay the price for f**kin with me everyday 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 concrete Cleets on the opposite side of a revenga,
to warn ya, you gonna be another notch in the war club,
I know it's sick 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 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 finish last but we whip 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 avid fan of activity
Deactivated from the pack happily basking in
Attracted to em balanced facsimiles
That cant manage to give a fuck to adapt willingly
My fingers been Willing me to victory since I was old enough to finger fuck the holy shit out of divinity