Album Name : ... the Infamous
Release Date : 2005-08-23
Song Duration : 2:08
Inspecter 7 Sleeping With The Enemy
You call yourself my friend? How can you look me in the face? You think we still have something? Well it's not there, it's gone to waste. You lie beside what I'm against. You're on their side of the fence. And act like there's no difference. Well that is not the case. You're just a slag, you're just a traitor. A spineless scum a mindless hater. Don't come around here no more. We don't like your kind you Nazi baller. You call yourself a SKINHEAD? How can you say it with a straight face? Why are you in this mess? I guess our style was not your pace. The times I came to your defense. you're not the same and you make no sense. Well do you share the sentiments Of the so called "master race"? You're just a slag, you're just a traitor. A spineless scum a mindless hater. Don't come around here no more. We don't like your kind you Nazi baller. You call yourself my friend? How can you look me in the face? You think we still have something? Well it's not there, it's gone to waste. 'Cause every night you lay in bed With those who wish that I was dead. I've heard of friends who've been misled, And now I've got a taste...... YOU LITTLE SLUT!! You're just a slag, you're just a traitor. (SLAG!) (TRAITOR!) A spineless scum a mindless hater. (SCUM!) (HATER!) Don't come around here no more. (DON'T YOU EVEN BOTHER!) We don't like your kind you Nazi baller. (YOU LITTLE NAZI BITCH!)