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Paroles: Vacant Stare. Vindication. Come Face Up.


Well you may think that this is it
But I've got to tell it aint shit
I haven't got nothing new to say
But I'm gonna say it in a different way
Cause this is a story I could dreamt
Its not word for word but I'm gonna attempt
To rap this bitch like I fuckin meant
And you're all exempt

Well you may think that this is it
But I gotta tell you it aint shit
My whole life I've been treated a fool
Never understood what it was to be cool
Cause cools for idiots and I aint that
To change my life would be fuckin crap
Its not for me now, so what can I do
Its not for me

Coming down on you

WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you
WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you

Well you may think that this is it
But you haven't heard the half of it
Jealousy created a lot of two faced friends
Fucking us off, then trying to make amends
I ain't got time for people who cause us grief
I'm looking at those arseholes in disbelief
So when you hear this and you know who are
You'd better step back cause you took it to far

Well now listen up you piece of shit
You made me feel like I didn't fit
There's no going back on what you've done
Come n' face up and we'll watch you run
Finding it hard to handle the pain
Knowing all you did was all-insane
And as you're sinking lower than low
We all know

Coming down on you

WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you
WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you

Come on, come on, face up, come on, I cant fuckin wait

Come on, Face up, Yeah, I cant fuckin wait

What the fuck did I say to you
You lippy little arshole gonna get it soon
Cause I've had it right up to here
I know you fuckin know that I can smell your fear
I'm gonna rip your face off along with that grin
Redemption day has come I'm gonna take your sins
By repeatedly hitting you into submission
Like a mother fuckin train collision

WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you
WHAT
Come on get up don't tread
WHAT
Yeah its purified hatred
WHAT
Come on get up it's true
WHAT
That we're coming down on you

I'm not a fighter
But yeah, I'll fuckin well hit you like a heavy weight
Cause I never wait for the ten count
Always back in five for the next bout
And that's right
If you're looking for danger
You're lucky day cause I'll fuckin rearrange yer
By the way, this is the last bout
Cause I'm gonna'knock you'out
Vacant Stare