Slaves On Dope - Columbian Ascot Lyrics
This situation has begun, no turning back fromFrom this point onWe've made a commitment to pissAll over your memoryYou can't begin to understandHow you will suffer at the handOf my Colombian hitman, up shit's creekWith no paddleWhat doesn't kill you makes you strongerThis is the family recipe, bad luck for you,And you'll agreeThat this is all because of your sticky fingersInsert the knife below the neckMake an incision ear to earGrab the tongue and pull in throughThe slit you made with your knifeYou lose, we winWhat doesn't kill you makes you strongYou may be gone, but we live onWhat doesn't kill you makes you strongYou make be gone, but we win!