Lyrics Murder 101 - Pro-Pain
To
keep
the
fire
burnin′
you
must
feed
the
flame
And
this
flame
is
burnin'
fast
The
drug
lords
are
yearnin′
for
you
give
them
your
name
First,
middle
initial,
last
"My
job
sucks"
you
say
it's
like
doin'
time
"I
feel
like
such
a
jerk"
But
500
bucks
a
day
are
better
than
nine
Dollars
for
two
hours
work
So
get
out
your
pen
and
paper,
better
start
taking
notes
Get
a
lecture
from
the
devil,
he′s
about
to
take
your
coat
And
when
the
class
is
over,
if
you
pass
you
get
your
gun
Nothing′s
ever
sacred
here
in
murder
101
A
cold
blooded
kill
is
my
final
exam
If
he's
dead
i
pass
My
bones
start
to
chill
and
my
nerves
start
to
jam
I
pump
three
more
slugs
in
his
chest
Wake
me
up
tomorrow
and
i′ll
show
you
no
remorse
To
prove
that
i'm
a
man
The
absentee
was
sorrow
who
is
sure
to
flunk
the
course
Who
witnessed
the
violence
and
ran
1 Foul Taste Of Freedom
2 Death On The Dance Floor
3 Murder 101
4 Pound For Pound
5 Every Good Boy Does Fine
6 Death Goes On
7 Rawhead
8 The Stench Of Piss
9 Picture This
10 Iraqnophobia
11 Johnny Black
12 Lesson Learned
13 God Only Knows
14 Take It Back (The Lost Track) [Bonus Track]
15 Pound For Pound (Remix) [Bonus Track]
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