CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Feel The Pain
Bullets like confetti, axe to the brain
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
Body flip 'em, wrists is slit, could give a sh*t
If mama showed me how the f**k is done
Lost friend feelin' sh*tty, called p*ssy sissy
Broad feelin' like death or when I'm ready
Slick Scott, Skinny since a hands cut his fanny pack
Bullet proof vest upon his chest to get revenge back
Black richie rich gon' hold the clip until the feds pop
I karate chop the pu**y 'fore they knocked his head off
Frolic pu**y faggot, little maggot, I decipher this
Pu**y want no argument, bullet to contest
This is not a battle or war on concept
Very f**kin rare with the pistol, the concept
Bullets like confetti, axe to the brain
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
Body flip 'em, wrists is slit, could give a sh*t
If mama showed me how the f**k is done
Lost friend feelin' sh*tty, called p*ssy sissy
Broad feelin' like death or when I'm ready
Love is not kisses, hugs, sharing f**king drugs
Presents on your birthday, pictures of making love
It’s dedication, trust and patience, compromise
Do or die, ultimatums for you and I
I feel the vibe between us fading on it and I dont like it
Yeah, I fall in love with the wrong person
F**k, I hate it dad please forgive your son
I never fall in again, I swear to god is the most hurting
Bullets like confetti, axe to the brain
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
But they'll never ask for the pain
Ask for a slipknot, then we hangin'
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
Body flip 'em, wrists is slit, could give a sh*t
If mama showed me how the f**k is done
Lost friend feelin' sh*tty, called p*ssy sissy
Broad feelin' like death or when I'm ready
Slick Scott, Skinny since a hands cut his fanny pack
Bullet proof vest upon his chest to get revenge back
Black richie rich gon' hold the clip until the feds pop
I karate chop the pu**y 'fore they knocked his head off
Frolic pu**y faggot, little maggot, I decipher this
Pu**y want no argument, bullet to contest
This is not a battle or war on concept
Very f**kin rare with the pistol, the concept
Bullets like confetti, axe to the brain
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
Body flip 'em, wrists is slit, could give a sh*t
If mama showed me how the f**k is done
Lost friend feelin' sh*tty, called p*ssy sissy
Broad feelin' like death or when I'm ready
Love is not kisses, hugs, sharing f**king drugs
Presents on your birthday, pictures of making love
It’s dedication, trust and patience, compromise
Do or die, ultimatums for you and I
I feel the vibe between us fading on it and I dont like it
Yeah, I fall in love with the wrong person
F**k, I hate it dad please forgive your son
I never fall in again, I swear to god is the most hurting
Bullets like confetti, axe to the brain
Drugs for the pain, how you feel the same, love?
But they'll never ask for the pain
Ask for a slipknot, then we hangin'
