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

(Verse 1 Pat Maine)
bolt 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 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 under the roof, of the not so 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 your on the block,
machete ya noodle til it is spaghetti and sauce,
mace you knot, your face is off, a scene you'd hate to watch,
till the place is washed abrasive salt and all of the yellow tape is it off,
haven't made the law for me to break 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,
at all of the mirrors on the wall, embrace all the fears thats are called,
when you see i have an appearance at all,
just a set of eyes that'll through your soul,
a knife that'll sear through gall,
listening close to the voice in your head but all your hearing is

(Verse 2 Sleep)

(Verse 3 Luck)

I'm a beast trapped in a cage, treated like shit, in the face,
my captors afraid of the day I get my chance to when I snap in a rage,
can't till I snack on their brain feel their bones crack on my fangs,
their blood splash on my face,
it's fantastic when get your revenge and you massacre every mother in your sight,
sucka's fight yeah right you gone say goodnight,
and you'll pay the price for f**kin with me 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 that it's sick but I don't 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 monster like dumb when he's upset,
then I'll have a f**k fest with your wife 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 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 actively actually i'm an avid fan of over activity
Deactivated the pack happily basking in captivity
Attracted to em balanced facsimiles
That cant to give a fuck enough to adapt willingly
My fingers been Willing me to victory since I was old enough to finger fuck the holy shit out of divinity