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PERFORMING ARTISTS
M.M.M.F.D.
M.M.M.F.D.
Performer
Scum
Scum
Performer
Insane Poetry
Insane Poetry
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Holiman
Andrew Holiman
Songwriter
Ivan Ovchinnikov
Ivan Ovchinnikov
Songwriter

Testi

This is Ruxspin Music
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we talk about (What we talk about)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we plannin' out (What we plannin' out)
This is retribution, we call 'em out for the execution
What we are about is resolution, you didn't satisfy the restitution
Now, what you got is death pursuin' you
In the dark, now the pressure's oozin' through your blood vessels
And chewin' through your epidermis faster, let's burn this bastard
Blast anybody that you love and care for
If they will not take us when you lay your head
Sending you a message, what the fuck you scared for?
With the pest control, I want to spray your bed for
All of what you said, a motherfuck must answer
Don't try to dance around the subject
Each hour that you stole within your fam like cancer
Better get to walkin' like a carjack, bitch
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we talk about (What we talk about)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we plannin' out (What we plannin' out)
Wanna run 'em over like a lost child rapist
Standing in the middle of the road, no brakes
Marking 'em for death and so, they will not make it
It don't even matter what it costs and takes
That is wrong, so, motherfuckers out for vengeance
And we'll not stop until the vengeance served
Price for your actions that nobody mentions
Know what is coming is what you deserved
There is no kindness, nowhere to find
There is no pity, nowhere to find
There is no mercy, nowhere to find
Triple M-F-D not the forgiving kind
This is punishment inflicted on ya
My predictions are that he didn't warn ya
Those Butcher Brothers with the stench aroma
Of death, the mad dogs sniff ammonia
Coarse bologna, what we'll turn you into
With the big meat grinder for your arms and legs
And then we feed the mess to you to fill intestines
Of a human stump to make it round as cakes
Rest assured, weeks after the death occurred
Body parts in a pickle jar, left to fresh preserve
In it carefully, see, revenge is what had 'em perishing
Sleep with a gun like your wife with the mailman
Then realize it doesn't save like Christ
Pulled out their pants and to the walls we nail them
Savin' the cries and make 'em pay for they crimes
Retaliation's our motto, follow the footsteps of The Unsubs
They dragged to the table when we serve them vengeance
'Til limbs are gone and all that's left are the stumps (All that's left are the stumps)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we talk about (What we talk about)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, this is (This is)
Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, what we plannin' out (We plannin' out)
Wanna run 'em over like a lost child rapist
Standing in the middle of the road, no brakes
Marking 'em for death and so, they will not make it
It don't even matter what it costs and takes
That is wrong, so, motherfuckers out for vengeance
And we'll not stop until the vengeance served
Price for your actions that nobody mentions
Know what is coming is what you deserved
Written by: Andrew Holiman, Ivan Ovchinnikov
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