Slaves On Dope - Columbian Ascot lyrics

This situation has begun, no turning back from From this point on We've made a commitment to piss... All over your memory You can't begin to understand How you will suffer at the hand Of my Colombian hitman, up sh**'s creek With no paddle What doesn't k** you makes you stronger This is the family recipe, bad luck for you, And you'll agree That this is all because of your sticky fingers Insert the knife below the neck Make an incision ear to ear Grab the tongue and pull in through The slit you made with your knife You lose, we win What doesn't k** you makes you strong You may be gone, but we live on What doesn't k** you makes you strong You make be gone, but we win!