Testo Fifty Ways To Bleed Your Customer - B. Dolan feat. Alias
Testo della canzone Fifty Ways To Bleed Your Customer (B. Dolan feat. Alias), tratta dall'album Fallen House Sunken City
Feed 'em all their meds 'til they forget what the drugs cost
And people never question what you sellin' them guns for
Or beat 'em in the head with the message with the blunt force
Lead 'em to the edge, tell 'em this is the jump off
The run off, you dump off and skull to the soft
Let 'em suck on your exhaust 'til the fuckin' sun's gone, baby
Make 'em bleed from it while they dream of it
Make 'em yearn to get it while they burnin' in it
Treat the side effects and supply the next disorder
Poison the well and bottle the water
If all else fails, you start a war up
You sell 'em what he needs to knock it down and reconstruct
Feed a junkie, use it up, pump full of refined additives
Sell her tummy tucks and plus-size caskets
'Cause if it ain't dead, how do you know it's empty?
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer
You sell brand X seat belts and planned obsolescence
Clinical trial cover up, never crash tested
Also recount so when you bounce with a pension
Keep a gun in they mouth, treat 'em for bouts of depression
Tell 'em to buy a pet, help 'em to buy a house
Tate 'em through a fence and get your pound of flesh out
Sell nicotine, caffeine, energy drinks
That work 'til they forget to breathe, dream, or think
And worship celebrities sellin' the ego trip
Or buy up a bunch of product from the Jesus pitch
You carry pills and prayer beads, razor blades and used condoms
Rap CDs, magazines, and novelty items
'Cause if it ain't dead, how do you know it's empty?
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Say I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
Believe the hype, there's a killin' to be made in the mind
You'll either be a slave to the grind or a blade in the backside
Days don't rewind, it's a matter of time
I suggest you view death as a ladder to climb
I'm gettin' mine 'til it's gone, then I'm comin' for yours
Strip mine the reservoir 'cause I'm hungry for more
Privatized resource by the predator sword
Respect the jungle law, terrorism or war
Make sure you got a seat when the ship slips off
Stop me if you heard this before, gotta pimp this all
Handle the pack animals, condition is hard
Hunt, gather, and hoard
Get the D's to the C's and security force
Get a seat on the board and keep the keys to the fort
If the kids got a problem, they can put up a peace sign
Let 'em call you anything but late for a meal time
Viruses multiply and rust never sleeps
You're either gettin' eaten or you eat, baby, stay on your feet
Gotta bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
I'm a bloodsucker, I'm a, I'm a bloodsucker
I'm a bloodsucker, I'm a, I'm a bloodsucker
You a customer, you a, you a customer
I'm a bloodsucker, I'm a bloodsucker
I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
I get bloody, I get bloody
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Writer(s): Brendon Whitney, Bernard Dolan
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