CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Hellhounds

"I still want 'em to eat. But they're gonna have to be at a different table."

Attention your gods talking, the one you idolize and all copy
If you were anything at all like me
You'd hate your own guts and cut your wrist
I want all of your dead bodies on the lawn
And I want the law on me
And I wanna give whatever I got to your b*t*h

Though I remain guilty they ask me how I plead
Plead? I don't plead to no man
I don't get on my knees

I'm goin' to hell oh well who's comin' with me?
I'm goin' to hell for what?
For the murder of my enemies
I'm goin' to hell oh well who's comin' with me?
I'm goin' to hell for what?
For the murder of my enemies

Listen my rods talking, the one that I used in my last homi
When that ol' dog it starts barkin'
It'll rip you apart like a pack of wolves
Hell hounds on me I'm Rob Johnson
I got problems, we all got 'em
Where I'm from we don't love each other
We love hate, we hate love