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क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pantera
Pantera
Performer
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Guitar
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Vocals
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Bass Guitar
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Songwriter
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Songwriter
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Songwriter
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Songwriter
Pantera
Pantera
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pantera
Pantera
Co-Producer
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Co-Producer
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Co-Producer
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Co-Producer
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Producer
Sterling Winfield
Sterling Winfield
Mixing Engineer
Tim Kimsey
Tim Kimsey
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

गाने

[Verse 1]
Enlight your sense of thought, of touch
Of real, a shield, an underground for this coward
Building a blood-in-water scent
It's like a raping without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Serve and protect you
His dick, his gun, his brain, his badge
[Verse 2]
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long
Absorb through pores the great escape
[Verse 3]
Kill that fuck to show him up, equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for
Ourselves...
[Verse 4]
Arm yourself, a branch, a third arm
Extend your health, crawl inside euphoria
Building a blood-in-water scent
It's like a raping, it's entrapment
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle
His getting by is a fisted fuck
[Verse 5]
A faster way to exterminate them takes too fucking long
Absorb through pores the great escape
[Verse 6]
Kill that fuck to show him up equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for
Ourselves
[Verse 7]
Half-assed for most his life
Piss poor little ham
Narc boy, a fake fuck limp dick
Sucking up to the man
And the world
We need a fucking cold war
[Verse 8]
Building a blood-in-water scent
It's like a raping without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle
His dick, his gun, his brain, his badge
[Verse 9]
Kill that fuck to show him up, equal your displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we're living for
Our-fucking-selves!
Written by: Dimebag Darrell, Philip H. Anselmo, Rex Brown, Vinnie Paul
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