Blood in! Blood out! WAKE THE FUCK UP! GET EM BOYS!
For every single broken bone I ever suffered, For every cutthroat cunt and gutless motherfucker Want to kick me when I'm down? Want to stomp my head into the ground? You won't knock me off my two feet I'm fuckin' built like an animal!
BAD TO THE BONE SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN!
But I've got miles and miles to go before I sleep My nose is bleeding, head is spinning I can't fuckin' help from grinning Have I lost or am I winning? Let's settle the score!
What are you looking for? Hello, Angel-baby I don't know anymore! I have the story in my head The pen and paper in my hand I cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end
I suffer writers block and blurry vision as fact begins to blend in with fiction It's hard to tell the difference when my subconscious Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these
I'm a gypsy rebel fighter and I haven't got a soul I've got a pocket full of demons and my fists are made of stone I've got the teeth of a great white And I've worked up quite an appetite For all that mince-meat in between that vertebrae you call a spine
I throw a mean left hook that could stop a fuckin' truck! And I've got seven deadly reasons Why you shouldn't push your luck Cause on my "Colors" album I showed you the flags that I was flying But if you listen close enough you could see that I was trying to say
On the day I was born They say the heavens wept Cause I was born with a crown of thorns on my head And the hearts of a million men in my chest!
I'm unstoppable! Two fingers up and singing FUCK THE WORLD! Oh yeah, I got my eye on you girl and if I can't have you, nobody will
1! 2! 3! 4!
I'm 22 years old and what the fuck do I got to show? I've got the skin on my muscles and the muscles on my bones My bones encase my heart, my heart protects my soul So tell me what the fuck he's got that I don't!?
Aside from the slit throat, and the broken neck You're gonna get if you don't start showing me some fucking respect, boy!
Keep it together Deep breath, deep breath
Fuck him! And fuck her! And fuck you too! Fuck what you say when it ain't what you do I've served my penance and I've paid my dues Not to suffer motherfuckers and the likes of you
I'm gonna break, and when I do I know that I'll just blame you But the truth is that I Am just so sick of my fucking life, I want to die You see I gave her my heart but she gave it back So I took my little baby and I put her in a bag Then I stomped her fuckin head in Till it blended with the floor
You'd be surprised how many people shed a tear for a whore like you!
And at the funeral I was tearin' up the dance floor Cause they were playing my favorite song! All night long! To my surprise, it was an open-casket But the body in the coffin was mine You see I knew right then This was the fuckin' end I'd clearly lost my fuckin' mind!
And the Desperado knew right then That true love, just ain't in the cards for men like him It's a long and lonely road we walk But someone's gotta do it
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!
Hello, Angel-baby I don't know anymore! I have the story in my head The pen and paper in my hand I cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end
I suffer writers block and blurry vision as fact begins to blend in with fiction It's hard to tell the difference when my subconscious Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these
Batter up! Batter up! Batter on deck! Take the blunt of this bat to the back of her head Three swings, three tries, if by chance she dies First place price is called self-respect
You see a whore is nothing more than a gutter with a face The apex of her ethics can be found between her legs So I don't hesitate, no contemplate to send the bitch to hell You think I really give a flying fuck about a jail cell? (Hell naw)
My whole life is a prison Yeah I'm alive but that don't mean that I'm living In my chest lies a nest infested with war-monger maggots And the man in the mirror is a self-destructing faggot I ain't fuckin' around this ain't a god damn joke If I don't get this shit out I think I'm gonna fuckin choke!
Everybody claims to be hard but they've never felt real pain You see baby real's my middle name!
(To be continued)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
