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| Disturbed Sickness (explicit) Droppin' Plates Wew here we go again, get up A little somethin' for your earhole, get up Baring a part of my soul again, get up Disturbed in the house, were droppin' plates You said it couldn't be done Told me that it's the kind of battle That just couldn't be won, you know You're too sick, too hard, too fucked in the head You'll never make it, no, not in this lifetime Well guess again my friend Don't act suprised We got the bass drum kick That will blow out your eyes Cause when you hear this shit You'll get to steppin' Gonna fight the war And use my music as a weapon You know i'm talkin' bout recognition You know i'm talkin' bout vindication Another goddamn slap in the face Don't wanna give us a place Are you afraid? Well fear this, Cause i'm breakin' through the walls of your nightmare Wake up time to die The way i'm livin' there is no compromising it Better get ready for Another suprise and it may leave a mark Beacause i'm coming fast Plantin' thoughts in your mind And droppin' plates on your ass Well here i come I'm droppin' plates on your ass Well here i come I'm droppin' plates on your ass bitch You never mind and you don't need this Well here i come I'm droppin plates on your ass bitch You never mind and you don't need Well on your mark, here we go again Well never mind cause you're not number one You're too hard and from the other side I think it's time to bring it home again Right to me |
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