| 歌曲 | Pray For Death |
| 歌手 | Body Count |
| 专辑 | Manslaughter |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| [x3] | |
| You crossed your last motherfucker | |
| It’s time to pay your dues | |
| It’s time to make you suffer | |
| It’s time to turn the screws | |
| Your pain will be my pleasure | |
| Your screams will make me come | |
| Your useless pleads for mercy | |
| I’m having too much fun | |
| My only plan is to keep you alive | |
| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife | |
| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground | |
| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound | |
| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz | |
| Your fatal mistake, tonight’s my revenge | |
| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away | |
| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray | |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| [x2] | |
| I’m barely getting started, this might go on for days | |
| Transfuse you with new blood so you don’t fade away | |
| Maybe I’ll pull your teeth out, maybe I’ll split your nuts | |
| Maybe just hit your chakra, maybe just spill your guts | |
| Haha, you didn’t think I’d found you, huh? | |
| Now I got you here | |
| Tied down in a motherfucking chair | |
| Oh, look at you, you’re crying now, you’re sorry now | |
| What should I do? Let me look at my utensils | |
| Oh, yeah, I got this record death chill right here | |
| Maybe these pliers, maybe this blowtorch | |
| [?] | |
| Oh, look at you, you’re crying now | |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| [x3] | |
| My only plan is to keep you alive | |
| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife | |
| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground | |
| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound | |
| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz | |
| Your fatal mistake, tonight’s my revenge | |
| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away | |
| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| x3 | |
| You crossed your last motherfucker | |
| It' s time to pay your dues | |
| It' s time to make you suffer | |
| It' s time to turn the screws | |
| Your pain will be my pleasure | |
| Your screams will make me come | |
| Your useless pleads for mercy | |
| I' m having too much fun | |
| My only plan is to keep you alive | |
| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife | |
| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground | |
| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound | |
| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz | |
| Your fatal mistake, tonight' s my revenge | |
| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away | |
| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray | |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| x2 | |
| I' m barely getting started, this might go on for days | |
| Transfuse you with new blood so you don' t fade away | |
| Maybe I' ll pull your teeth out, maybe I' ll split your nuts | |
| Maybe just hit your chakra, maybe just spill your guts | |
| Haha, you didn' t think I' d found you, huh? | |
| Now I got you here | |
| Tied down in a motherfucking chair | |
| Oh, look at you, you' re crying now, you' re sorry now | |
| What should I do? Let me look at my utensils | |
| Oh, yeah, I got this record death chill right here | |
| Maybe these pliers, maybe this blowtorch | |
| ? | |
| Oh, look at you, you' re crying now | |
| Pray | |
| Pray for death | |
| Pray | |
| x3 | |
| My only plan is to keep you alive | |
| So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife | |
| As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground | |
| I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound | |
| You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz | |
| Your fatal mistake, tonight' s my revenge | |
| Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away | |
| Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray |