Bleed The Wicked Menace - Suicide Doors

{Intro}
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import

{Chorus}
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import

{Verse}
Drownin' in pain
Too many thoughts in my brain, got me goin' insane
Let me rest in the flamе, let me rot with the dеad
Run with the wicked, don't need to be gifted
Just fucked in the head with prescriptions
Dressed in all black, my description
Pray to the world they don't mention
Never had shit, bitch, I came from the trenches
(?...) is a felon, I raised my offenses
Still, fuck where you from, give a fuck who offended
Heaven or Hell, bitch, I made my decision
It's fuck your religion and fuck your opinion
I'm raidin' my bitch until I will be dead or in prison
Now, I steal that dope that they cook in the kitchen
And fuck who don't listen, like filled with addiction
Nobody stiffin', this Glock make a pussy go missin'
My soul want your wrists slit

{Chorus}
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import
Suicide doors, on the f—
On the foreign import