pray for death
Singer: body count
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pray for death
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you crossed your last motherfucker
it's time to pay your dues
it's time to make you suffer
it's time to turn the screws
your pain will be my pleasure
your screams will make me come
your useless pleads for mercy
i'm having too much fun
my only plan is to keep you alive
so you feel every burn
every cut of my knife
as i rip through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
i dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
you just crossed the wrong person
torture is my biz
your fatal mistake
tonight's my revenge
watch you bleed at my feet
you thought you got away
now you beg for your life
i suggest you should pray
pray
pray for death
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pray for death
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i'm barely getting started
this might go on for days
transfuse you with new blood so you don't fade away
maybe i'll pull your teeth out
maybe i'll split your nuts
maybe just hit your jugular
maybe just spill your guts
haha
you didn't think i'd find you
huh?
now i got you here
tied down in a motherfucking chair
oh
look at you
you're crying now
you're sorry now
what should i use on you? let me look at my utensils
oh
yeah
i got this black & decker drill right here
real nice
take it to your kneecaps
maybe these. these needle-nose pliers
maybe this blowtorch
what do ya think?
how 'bout this five-iron
right in your mother fuckin' nuts?
that'll wake you up
oh
look at you
you're crying now
pray
pray for death
pray
pray
pray for death
pray
pray
pray for death
pray
my only plan is to keep you alive
so you feel every burn
every cut of my knife
as i rip through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
i dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
you just crossed the wrong person
torture is my biz
your fatal mistake
tonight's my revenge
watch you bleed at my feet
you thought you got away
now you beg for your life
i suggest you should pray