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The Living End Blood On Your Hands

You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set free

better You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be

could smell your fear And watch you coming, you can't fuck with a nigga from bud I'll leave laying on your back, with your body wide open Choking on your blood

, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your

your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your

as cold hands reap the pain they've sewn you've taken the last of me blame the end on yourself you deserve each tear that falls scratch out your eyes the blood

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand, like the sun's just gonna drop ,if it's night you demand? Well in the dark we're just air, so

store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you {Verse 1} Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on

venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives