I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deciever and cheaters I've think we've got bleeder right now Want to slap me around Want you to knock me out Well, you missed me kissed me Now you kick me down
Maybe you're the runner up But the first one to lose race Almost only really counts in Horsehoes and hand grenades
I'm gonna burn it all down gonna rip it out Well, everything that you employ Was meant for me to destory To the ground now don't you fuck me around Because I'll shoot you down I'm gonna drink, fight and fuck And pushing my luck All the time now
Maybe you're the runner up But the one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horsehoes and hand grenades
Demolition, self-destruction What annihilate The age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The age
I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I've think we've got a bleeder now I'm not fucking around G-L-O-R-I-A