The gloves are off
A cheap shot
Living in the crosshairs
No one will miss you
With a target on your back
I'm done gritting my teeth
I've sharpened my tongue
Run your mouth like a hare
Get hunted by the hounds
I'll grab you by the hide
Pick a bone between glass jaws
Don't start what you can't finish
F*ckers like you are born every minute
Cowards talk tough when they know they shouldn't
Split lips stutter and slip
Sweating bullets
Don't start what you can't finish
The gloves are off
A cheap shot
Living in the crosshairs
No one will miss you
With a target on your back
Stomp in like a lion
Limp out like a lamb
Salt in old wounds
You owe your weight in flesh
Pay backhanded compliments
Insult and injury
Worthless twisted words
Done bending over backwards
The gloves are off
A cheap shot
Living in the crosshairs
No one will miss you
With a target on your back
No one will stick out their neck
When you cut your own throat
What goes around comes around
Welcome to the vicious circle