Letras: Pro-pain. The Truth Hurts. Bad Blood.

The bad blood blood is dripping Down the wall
Your sneakers are slipping Do break your fall



You thought it was a game Till Johnny got his gun

The talons got your name I think you'd better run

My time, my work, your prize, you jerk


realize, i despise, you and yours and you me




BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD

The bad blood is boiling on the floor
You can't stop the anger cause this means war
Surrender your conscience, and do your time




Bad BloodI will not forgive you for wasting mine