I think I'm coming out
All 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, you missed me kissed me
Now you better kick me down
Maybe you're the runner up
But the first one to lose the 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 that you employ
Was meant for me to destory
To the ground now
So don't you f*ck me around
Because I'll shoot you down
I'm gonna drink, fight and f*ck
And pushing my luck
All the time now
Maybe you're the runner up
But the first one to lose 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 f*cking around
I think I'm coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters
I've think we've got a bleeder right now
I'm not f*cking around
G-L-O-R-I-A
