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Charge It to the Game
01:24
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I chose the wrong path
About a billion times
But Goddamn it I'm still breathing
Just gotta constant fucking headache
And some ringing in my ears
And I'm filled with hate
That's killed everything I used to fear
I've drowned my pain
In the sound of these guitars
And the banging of the drums
Reminds me where I'm from
I've drowned my pain
In a neverending sea of blood
And the flash of any gun
Reminds me of all I've fucking done
But there's no more pain
All I feel is hate
All I feel is hate and my only desire
Is to rid this world of the men with no spine
You can't charge it to the game
If you don't live this life
If you can't be yourself
Just go ahead and fucking die
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Stuck in My Ways
01:15
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Ain't a damn thing
On this pest-ridden Earth
That's gonna make me turn
Turn my back on my brothers
You're quick to take the easy way
So get in fucking line
You'll start tearing down your brothers
Just for moments to shine
But nothing's ever gonna change me
Fuck you and your rat race
Faking all your morals
For the greater agenda
Just a walking contradiction
With a bunch of pretenders
What a fucking bitch
Ain't a damn thing
On this pest-ridden Earth
That's gonna make me turn
Turn my back on my brothers
Ain't a Goddamn thing
In this rat race
That's gonna make me change
I guess I'm stuck in my ways
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Own Two Feet
00:57
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When your dreams dont' go as you planned
You'd rather look for another saving grace
Than pick yourself up with your own two hands
And that's why I can't put respect on your name
You're not a fucking peer to me
You haven't done the things that I've done
You haven't stood on your own fucking feet
And built something from the ground up
So keep your fucking mouth shut
And don't ever come for any of us
Cause if you wanna know what I think
You're just a spoiled and entitled fuck
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Don't Be Surprised
01:53
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Take a stand for what you claim
And stop acting like a snitch
If you're coming for my brother
You can bleed out in a ditch
This was built on loyalty
And that's the way it will remain
And we don't give a fuck
Who the friends are that you claim
Don't be surprised
You're just another nobody
Who wants to prove
That they're the shit
Anyone can buy a gun
Not everyone will blow that bitch
Don't be surprised
Don't be surprised
When you're dead in the streets
You say you want to settle the score
Just know there's a time
and a fucking place
I've never failed to survive at all cost
And I don't think you've got
What it fucking takes
To take me out
I've got respect for my enemies
Everyday I pray that they rest in peace
But when you bite the hand that feeds
Don't be surprised
When you're dead in the streets
And left to rot
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