Letras:
Tool Feel The Pain

game Feel the pain It leaves no stain (leaves no stain) Feel the pain The name of the game Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel the pain Feel

this s**t yet Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah Every ni**a breathin pay attention Bout to show you motherf**kers how it feel,

I've got just a rest of pain When I turn into my shape just A sense of guilt remains I feel ferocious Oh ooh oh, howling for the mayhem I've just made I feel

gotta watch the killas on the strip You already had a chance, try to kill us with a clip One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit I'm a Hillside

And we just in the hood selling crack, weed, and powder, Every minute, every second, every motha fuckin hour! Dis my life, dis my story, feel my motha fuckin pain

bullshit on the grill I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real I gave birth to your whole style and feel How do it feel to hold my dick in public?

only way to stop the pain [Zach:] Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain [Zach screaming

only way to stop the pain (Zach:) Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain (Zach screaming

Now, if I'm out of town, my crew take of your bodies The more the merrier point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you, punk niggas feel inferior