Pro-Pain, Nick Warren, Drew Richardson, Kim Riechard - Can You Feel It? lyrics
[Pro-Pain, Nick Warren, Drew Richardson, Kim Riechard - Can You Feel It? lyrics]
Can you feel it?
So, are you sick of me yet?
Well, I'm sick of you, too
Been flappin' them pork chop lips for days
So, what's up with you?
Always so quick to judge
But last up to the plate
Knocked out with a lethal dose of me
And a fistful of hate
On reputation alone
I'll make it last for days
That's more than what could be said for you
All stuck in your ways
I stick like meat to bone
Right down to the deal
None short of a cut above the rest
Oh, yes, I'm for real
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Stop!
You, stand up! Come face-to-face
Now, put your fist head-high
And I'll set the pace
I'll get the best of you
While you dish out the least
You taste the blood
All while I unleash the beast
I'll get right to the zone
Where it really hurts
Sometimes, that's what you get
You'll get your just deserts
High time to pack it up and pack it in
Make sure you don't forget
The man who fuckin' did you in
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Stop!
In this life I lead
Won't strive for second best
You burned me to the core
Then put me to the test
I'll show no signs of weakness
Plant my flag of hate
Inside your fucking mind! Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Oh, can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Oh, can you feel it?
So, are you sick of me yet?
Well, I'm sick of you, too
Been flappin' them pork chop lips for days
So, what's up with you?
Always so quick to judge
But last up to the plate
Knocked out with a lethal dose of me
And a fistful of hate
On reputation alone
I'll make it last for days
That's more than what could be said for you
All stuck in your ways
I stick like meat to bone
Right down to the deal
None short of a cut above the rest
Oh, yes, I'm for real
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Stop!
You, stand up! Come face-to-face
Now, put your fist head-high
And I'll set the pace
I'll get the best of you
While you dish out the least
You taste the blood
All while I unleash the beast
I'll get right to the zone
Where it really hurts
Sometimes, that's what you get
You'll get your just deserts
High time to pack it up and pack it in
Make sure you don't forget
The man who fuckin' did you in
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Stop!
In this life I lead
Won't strive for second best
You burned me to the core
Then put me to the test
I'll show no signs of weakness
Plant my flag of hate
Inside your fucking mind! Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Oh, can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Can you feel it?
(Oh, oh, oh) Oh, can you feel it?