thinkin you hot shit ill show you to drop shit
you couldnt push weight standin in a mosh pit
claimin that you evil you probabely on that goth tip
black mascara on listenin to rock bitch
for problems i got clips the problems you not this
im a problem when i spit thats it im done havin fun
son gotta grab my gun run when you hear that thang
bang than ya brains hang like a chain i stay the same neva change just remain you lame n cant hang
ill mangle ya frame leave you no stranger to pain
you could drop like rain get lit up like thunder
ya fuckin wit numba 1 like mcgradys number