The Way of the Fist

Break that shit down Zoltan, open the sky You want it, you got it Everything you needed and more You said it, I heard it Careful what you wish for Deleted, defeated Everything you've ever been No mercy It's the way of the fist, uh! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world I don't remember asking you About your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fuckin' war End of the goddamn road, right Step to me, step to me, motherfucker Zip your lip, you've run out of time Step to me, step to me, motherfucker Talk the talk now, walk the damn line Deserve it, you earned it Got yourself a fuckin' war Believe it, you need it Face down on the fuckin' floor I hate it, can't take it Wanna break your fuckin' bones No mercy, you faggot Should have left it all alone Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world I don't remember asking you About your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fuckin' war (As you crash and burn) One, two, fuck you, right Step to me, step to me, motherfucker Zip your lip, you've run out of time Step to me, step to me, motherfucker Talked the talk now, walk the damn line Step to me, step to me, motherfucker Shut your face, it's your turn to die Step to me, step to me, anybody Talk the shit, your ass is mine I don't remember asking you About your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fuckin' war