King 810 - Hellhounds

""I still wantem to eat but they're gonna have to be at a different table.""


attention your gods talking the one you idolize and all copy

if you were anything at all like me y oud hate your own guts and cut your wrists
i want all of your dead bodies on the lawn and I want the law on me

and i wanna give whatever i got to your bitch



tho i remain guilty they ask me how i plead

plead? i dont plead to no man

i dont get on my knees


im goin to hell oh well whos comin with me

im goin to hell for what

for the murder of my enemies


listen my rods talking the one that i used in my last homi

when that ol dog it starts barkin itll rip you apart like a pack of wolves

hell hounds on me im rob johnson

i got problems we all gottem where im from

we dont love each other we love hate we hate love


women and children die first there are no rules when we go to war

i owe a few mothers my first born and my second born and my third born

seems like a had a heart once he died in my arms there was so much blood

i could smell his insides and ive smelled it everyday since

when his soul left

now the scar tissues so thick on my wrists and the torn muscles in my neck

time heals all wounds because time means death


who gives a fuck

Written by:
Josh Schroeder, David Gunn

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