Teksty:
Pro Pain Blood Red

promise dead and gone? Now it's time to try and give our best before we die Days are gone, the nights are long Live a lie, pain the sky' blood red Pray

blood, sweat, and bile For the means to achieve our deviant needs The guilty should die and the innocent bleed Doctors of death, practitioners of pain

i knew why she was here So i threw her on the bed and i ripped off her shirt And the blood stain sheets from up under her skirt I felt razor sharp pains

I'm way live-r than most SwishaHouse bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Big Tiger] It's the million Big Tike I'ma knock out pro Leave a niggas fronts

at all tops the shame, no external no blood stains Sharp objects to pierce the brain I got enough dope for your veins and restrain Hand cuffs and chains nuthin but pain