Pain! Made to order! (x3) Pain Sitting, slapping, scatting on my back trying to relax Thinking about the facts of the crack Running 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 this 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 trying to find someone on my side Cause banging heads all the time starts to grind At my gear and at my will But persistent I am still So when one insubordinate f**er 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-a** 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