The End lyrics
Song information
Artist: Twisted Method
Album: Escape From Cape Coma
Lyrics
Fuck you!
3,2,1 your time is up
Shit out of luck too fucked to think to duck
You're lookin for me?
Well, i'm huntin for you
I'm ready to handle some business i'm attendin to
Are you ready for this shit?
You better ball up your fist bitch
I'ma show you what i'm all about, ride out
And do it how we do it in the south so watch out!
I've got this disease
So stay away from me
Fed up with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure how much more of this I can take
I know i'm through with you, you say fuck me?
Well I say fuck you too
Heart beating faster than a motherfucker
I black out when we're about to kill each other
Served or be served I don't give a fuck
I'm not afraid to take a beating you're the first to get stuck
Are you ready for this shit?
You better ball up your fist bitch
Don't believe me? swear to god fuckin try me!
And i'll be the first to show you what you get little bitch!
I've got this disease
So stay away from me
Chorus
You want a fuckin piece of me?!?
Chorus
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Escape From Cape Coma" album track list
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