Only one

Pain. made to order. Pain. Sittin, slappen, scattn on my back, tryn to relax Thinkn about the facts of the crack runnin 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 dis is in effect I take to heart the part I play everyday Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another Keep runnin your mouth, but dont call me brother Im tryn to find someone on my side cause bangn heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will But persistent I am still So when one insubordinate fucker 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-ass dies. Only one of us walks away Im all you know. where will you go. Valhalla is gone. along with your soul. Only one of us walks away