Slaves On Dope

This situation has begun, no turning back from
From this point on
Weve made a commitment to piss...
All over your memory
You cant begin to understand
How you will suffer at the hand
Of my Colombian hitman, up shits creek
With no paddle
What doesnt kill you makes you stronger
This is the family recipe, bad luck for you,
And youll agree
That this is all because of your sticky fingers
Insert the knife below the neck
Make an incision ear to ear
Grab the tongue and pull in through
The slit you made with your knife
You lose, we win
What doesnt kill you makes you strong
You may be gone, but we live on
What doesnt kill you makes you strong
You make be gone, but we win!
[ Columbian Ascot Lyrics ]