Sunday Bacon
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Sunday Bacon
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Top drawer
I grab the glock
I grab the ammo
Locked and Loaded
Blow your brains right out your skull
I'm addicted to your suffering
I came to bring the fucking pain
And now you're looking down the barrel of a gun
Sun of a Gun
Looks like you're not having any fun
Yeah, now you know that this is serious
Slow down, I can't keep up
You beg for mercy like I give a fuck
Scream Louder
Your screams are music to my ears
Listen to me
Put your face down on the ground
Oh shit, what the fuck did I just do?
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Emmure performs "Sunday Bacon", and this lyric page sits inside the Emmure catalog on LyroVerse.
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