Get out my way I’m in a rush
Around we here we don’t ask twice much
Unless the question is a black eye
Before you call me impatient
Remember I’m twice your size
And pretty intolerant to boot
Speaking of boot that’s what you’ll feel next
If I have to get feelings off my chest
I’m really not in the mood for a fight
But that doesn’t mean you won’t feel pain
Cause around here we’re pretty insane
And we won’t ever have time for you
My head is spinning now; you’ll regret that
The blood on my nose looks you in the eye
And it senses veins that must run white
Is this the day you really wanna die?
Or feel like you wanna anyway
But you still don’t get out my way
On your breath I can smell the booze
It won’t help you now and neither will your mind
Because a smart man would a moved
As I move forward I don’t see you knife
I will admit it feels pretty sharp
But its like poking the lion with a toothpick
I ignore blood as I blow your mind
Your head must be spinning worse than mine
You on the floor brings no satisfaction
For I don’t believe in hurting the stupid
But for you I made an exception
For you were stupid and overconfident