Lletres: Vietnom. Death Is The Outcome. The Pit.

Step into the club and yo the bodies are jumpin
base in your face yo, the shit is really pumpin
dms on the floor everybody stompin
blowing up the pits from new york to compton

go against me and you'll be annihilated
eyes bloodshot, pupils dialated
step into the pit and you get decapitated
in other words bitch, you're about to get faded

feel the torture
feel the pain
feel my torment
it's insane
x2

we're all pumped up and the music is loud
kids are stage diving head first into the crowd
broke your arm, broke your leg, even broke your jaw
you're all fucked up from the dms tour

can't understand why we all call this fun
natural born killers always on the run
fight till the death just to stay alive
in this fuken pit only the strong will survive

feel the torture
feel the pain
feel my torment
it's insane
x2

let's tear it up
in this pit
x4