Pray for Death Songtext
von Body Count
Pray for Death Songtext
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
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 break 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
Once 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!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
I′m barely getting started
His 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 chakra
Maybe just spill your guts
Haha, you didn't think I′d found you, huh?
Now I got you here
Tied down in a motherfuckin' chair
Oh, look at you, you′re crying now, you're sorry now
What should I do? Let me look at my utensils
Oh yea, I got this record decker drill right here
That'd be nice, maybe go to your knee caps
Maybe this, these steel nose pliers
Maybe this blowtorch, what do you think?
How ′bout this five iron right in your motherfucking 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 break 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
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray
Pray for death!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
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 break 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
Once 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!
Pray!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Pray!
I′m barely getting started
His 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 chakra
Maybe just spill your guts
Haha, you didn't think I′d found you, huh?
Now I got you here
Tied down in a motherfuckin' chair
Oh, look at you, you′re crying now, you're sorry now
What should I do? Let me look at my utensils
Oh yea, I got this record decker drill right here
That'd be nice, maybe go to your knee caps
Maybe this, these steel nose pliers
Maybe this blowtorch, what do you think?
How ′bout this five iron right in your motherfucking 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 break 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
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray
Writer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ernest T. Cunnigan, William Scott Putney, Vince Dennis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com