Disturbed - 11. Droppin Plates (The Sickness, 2000) | Текст песни

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• 11. Droppin Plates (The Sickness, 2000)

Wew here we go again, get up
A little somethin for your earhole, get up
Baring a part of my soul again, get up
Disturbed in the house, were droppin plates

You said it couldnt be done
Told me that its the kind of battle
That just couldnt be won, you know
Youre too sick, too hard, too fucked in the head
Youll never make it, no, not in this lifetime
Well guess again my friend
Dont act suprised
We got the bass drum kick
That will blow out your eyes
Cause when you hear this shit
Youll get to steppin
Gonna fight the war
And use my music as a weapon

You know Im talkin bout recognition
You know Im talkin bout vindication

Another goddamn slap in the face
Dont wanna give us a place
Are you afraid?
Well fear this,
Cause Im breakin through the walls of your nightmare
Wake up time to die
The way Im livin there is no compromising it
Better get ready for
Another suprise and it may leave a mark
Beacause Im coming fast
Plantin thoughts in your mind
And droppin plates on your ass

Well here I come
Im droppin plates on your ass
Well here I come
Im droppin plates on your ass bitch
You never mind and you dont need this

Well here I come
Im droppin plates on your ass bitch
You never mind and you dont need

Well on your mark, here we go again
Well never mind cause youre not number one
Youre too hard and from the other side
I think its time to bring it home again
Right to me

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