Pro-Pain Bad Blood текст песни, слова песни Bad Blood Pro-Pain
Pro-Pain - Bad Blood
Your sneakers are slipping Do break your fall
You thought it was a game Till Johnny got his gun
The talons got your name I think you'd better run
My time, my work, your prize, you jerk
realize, i despise, you and yours and you me
BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD
The bad blood is boiling on the floor
You can't stop the anger cause this means war
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