Texty: Dope. No Regrets. Violence.

Break it down like you know it's loaded
I got it contemplated, I got a sickness to feed
So break it down like you're undevoted
Don't need a fucking motive, I hope you're ready to bleed

Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now
Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now

Want your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence
Give me your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence, yeah

Break it down, now the blood is flowing
The body count is growin', I love the sound of the screams
So break it down with the system blowing
And feel the sickness growin', it's like a fucking disease

Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now
Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now

Want your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence
Give me your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence, yeah

So break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down

Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now
Everybody down on the mother fuckin' floor right now

Want your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence
Give me your violence
Mother fucka, show me your violence, yeah

So break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down
Mother fucka, fucka, break it down