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 Well

(Chorus)
If its true what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger then damn I 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 while the is good,
As a matter of fact you stumble and could,
One of you just run in the woods, and on a root,
just like in one of books, to hang in my dundeon hung on the hooks,
in and look up under the roof, of the not so wonderful nook,
chemicals bubble and cook but just one and then poof turn a human to soot,
I hope your ready but ready or not,
I've widdled the metal its to chop,
put your on the block,
steady machete ya 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,
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 guns or has gotta come and save the cops,
looking at all of the on the wall, embrace all the fears thats are called,
when you see i don't an appearance at all,
just a set of eyes peer through your soul,
a knife sear through your gall,
listening close to the voice in your head but all your 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 splash on my face,
it's fantastic when get your and you massacre every mother f**ker in your sight,
sucka's wanna fight yeah right you say goodnight,
and you'll pay the price for f**kin with me of my life,
an I don't need a 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 concrete on the opposite side of a monsters revenga,
tried to warn ya, you gonna be another in the war club,
I know that sick but I don't give a shit,
I look forward to being covered in blood,
bath in the beauty of the blood shed, maybe even make it a movie called f**khead, 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 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 might finish 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 actively actually i'm an avid fan of over activity
Deactivated from the pack happily basking in
Attracted to chemically em facsimiles
That cant manage to 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