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