Reflect on This کے بول

Face turns red, veins are bursting Just wanna beat the living fuck out of you Enough is enough I said You did not want to listen at all You leave me no choice But to show you the true meaning of hell Domestic issues, well you whore try to fucking reflect on this Face turns blue, you cannot breathe A whore like you deserves nothing else As you are beaten into a bloody pulp You might think you should have just shut up No words can describe this feeling So I let my fists do the talking Tie her up and lock her into the cellar Twist her mind beyond normal A whore is a whore remember that Teach obedience with an iron bar