Letras:
Overkill The Killing Kind

', What were you thinking as you took the hammer in your hand and nailed? I'm your black book, thatcha live by. I'm the fisherman's hook, that ya kill

you. There go no-one get over me, Mr. 'Not behind your back', Muthafucka got a larger than life, full a' shit, short a' fact. There's a kind of hush

pagan stomp. Bold face pagan stomp! Come a kick kick in the dick kick, Gonna make ya sick kick, suffer you that! Come the blood spills, get ya kick thrills, On a will kill

: Here it come. I said here it comes. Here it come. I'm push n' pulln', back and forth and gain no ground. A knockin' down n' pound pound pound! Huh

: I'm comin' home, comin' home to you. 'Cause you can't live, without me. Who left the door the window gate locked? Who did the didn't want me in? Way

Cool motherfucker in a deep blue sea I said I loose my mind Cool motherfucker in what I see I said that I don't mind He said walk on through, we been

a kick, kick in the dick kick Gonna make ya sick kick, suffer you that Come the blood spills, get ya kick thrills On a will kill? Suffer you pain In

I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home to you 'Cause you can't live without me Who left the door, the window gate locked? Who did the didn't want me in? Way

Immortal cryin' What were you thinking As you took the hammer In your hand and nailed? I'm your black book, thatcha live by I'm the fisherman's hook, that you kill