People say I've got an evil past
Wish everyday was gonna be my last
Born in hell with a glint in my eye
Bad bones till the day I die
Anger when we fell
Hope they rot in hell
Blood brothers
Blood wars
Blood brothers
Dead whores
I've got a problem telling wrong from right
But in my darkest hour I've seen the light
I sicken you cause I have all that you need
Don't bite the hand that feeds your selfish greed
So you say I have an evil past
You're not even fit to kiss my arse
I stand defiant on the shoulders of giants
I walk tall as you scratch and crawl