Texty:
Pro Pain The Best Of Pro Pain

place there was death on the dance floor when we came to town there was death on the dance floor from the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound

here's a story 'bout an american man who's always used to doin' things the best that he can he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side he's

o.k. - lets get it out - enough with the small talk i can count your lies like cracks on the sidewalk same old stories of when we used to hang out

hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots torn Pro

I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins. I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain

freak some nasty shit It ain't the same without the pain Bring the flavor bitch 2 on 1's not a problem So you can bring your girl And I can get the best

the pain Here come the, here come the, here come the pain Here come the, here come the, here come the pain Here come the, here come the, here come the

Fuck with featherweights, in medial clemently states We smoke 'em in a demonstration so We'd like to thank you for checking out the show And if you don't know by now you never know Some are amateurs but we be pro

ya shooter fin?nin? to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains Oh you a pro