Analysis of a Song's Lyrics

Go in, yeah!

Go in, yeah!

The microphone explodes shattering the mold.

Intertwining hits like Dana Moore get the fuck off the floor with a sure

shot. Sure to make a body drop. Drop it no copy-o your kind

is a coke whore. Terror reign stringent quenching the

thirst of the

paragon. Death blow sonic pentagon.

Your rotten soul on the face of Mother Earth gets picked up.

The track has gone empty and burnt.

Running with the family

with a pocket full of jail.

Living in the mayhem.

Some are bones for workhorses.

Others save their blood losses.

Some are bones for workhorses.

Others save their blood losses.

Some are bones for workhorses.

Others save their blood losses.

Some are bones for workhorses.

Others save their blood losses. Oh.

Living in the

mayhem.

Living in the mayhem. And now you do what they told

ya.

And now you do what they told ya.

And now you do what they told ya.

And now you do what they told ya. And now you do what they told ya.

And now you do what they told ya. And now you do what they told

ya. And now you do what they told

ya. And now you do what they told ya.

And now you do what they told

ya.

And now you do what they told ya. And now you do what they

told

ya