Luyện nghe bài hát Drink The Beaker

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Album: Doomsday
by: Pat Maine, Sleep, Dumb Luck and Ecid
Produced by:
Alive and Well

(Chorus)
If its true what doesn't kill you only makes you 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 of fact you should stumble 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 hung on the hooks,
come in and up under the roof, of the not so wonderful nook,
chemicals bubble and but just one touch and then poof turn a human to soot,
I really hope your ready but or not,
widdled the metal its ready to chop,
put head on the block,
steady ya noodle til it is spaghetti and sauce,
mace you knot, till your face is off, a scene you'd 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 gotta cop to call or a squadron comes with not 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 peer through your soul,
a knife sear through your 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 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 their blood on my face,
it's fantastic when get your revenge and you massacre every f**ker in your sight,
sucka's wanna fight 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, 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 ya, you gonna be another notch in the war club,
I know that it's sick but I give a shit,
I look forward to being in your blood,
bath in the 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 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 with a 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 over
from the pack happily basking in captivity
Attracted to em balanced facsimiles
That cant manage to 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