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Pain! Made to order Pain! Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax Think'n about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack Division in thought about the war to be fought For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect I take to heart the part I play everyday Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother I'm try'n to find someone on my side Cause bangin heads all the time Starts to grind at my gear and at my will But persistent I am still So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me Blow to the head, then an entrail rend Guts on the floor, but you want more Show you the strength of the tenth rank Pain is the only way to teach kids these days Opened your eyes. Now realized. Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies. Only one of us walks away I'm all you know. Where will you go. Valhalla is gone. Along with your soul. Only one of us walks away! From Letras Mania