Emmure Sunday Bacon
top drawer
i grab the glock
i grab the ammo
locked and loaded
blow your brains right out your skull
i'm addicted to your suffering
i came to bring the f..cking pain
and now you're looking down the barrel of a gun
son of a gun
looks like you're not having any fun
yeah now you know that this is serious
slow down i can't keep up
you beg for mercy like i give a f..ck
your screams are music to my ears
scream louder
listen to me put your face down on the ground
oh shit, what the f..ck did i just do?
