The Way of the Fist

I don�t remember asking you
I hate it, can�t take it

I don�t remember asking you
As you crash and burn

Talk the shit, your ass is mine
About your imperfections
Wanna break your fuckin� bones
You might win one battle
Careful what you wish for
Strapped with rage
Sick and tired
You might win one battle
Talk the talk now, walk the damn line
You want it, you got it
Everything you�ve ever been

Strapped with rage
Step to me, step to me, anybody

One, two, fuck you, right
Zip your lip, you�ve run out of time
About your imperfections

Step to me, step to me, motherfucker
Step to me, step to me, motherfucker
Shut your face, it�s your turn to die
End of the goddamn road, right
You said it, I heard it
Step to me, step to me, motherfucker
Believe it, you need it
Talked the talk now, walk the damn line

Everything you needed and more
Of the whole fuckin� world
Step to me, step to me, motherfucker
About your imperfections
Sick and tired
Face down on the fuckin� floor
No mercy, you faggot
Got yourself a fuckin� war
Deserve it, you earned it

Got no patience for victims
No mercy
You might win one battle

It�s the way of the fist
Step to me, step to me, motherfucker
Deleted, defeated
But know this, I�ll win the fuckin� war
Should have left it all alone
Zip your lip, you've run out of time

I don�t remember asking you

Got no patience for victims

Of the whole fuckin� world
But know this, I�ll win the fuckin� war