Songtext von Time To Kill

Just do it, baby Or I fucking will You got nothing left but time Time left to kill Just do it, baby You've got nothing left There is nothing left of you that I don't posess My messiah rose up Rose up from the mud He wanted everything Every drop of my blood Just do it, baby It feels so good You know nothing of posession And I don't think you could Just do it, bitch You little punk I might end up with you But I don't think I could