Slaves on Dope - Columbian Ascot Lyrics

This situation has begun, no turning back from



From this point on



We've made a commitment to piss



All over your memory



You can't begin to understand



How you will suffer at the hand



Of my Colombian hitman, up shit's creek



With no paddle



What doesn't kill you makes you stronger



This is the family recipe, bad luck for you,



And you'll 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 doesn't kill you makes you strong



You may be gone, but we live on



What doesn't kill you makes you strong



You make be gone, but we win!