Gotta make this money and i make this money
this money is me this money is everything i do and see
who are you to judge me
just let me be and let me breathe
i see this whole world headinand' for damnation and iand'm ready to leave
i canand't believe, this whole world twisted me
you fuckinand' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-beand's
i see the future and itand's lookinand' grim
a lake of fire lookinand' looking like a long trip
Iand'm a fist of rage
one foot in the grave
iand'm a fist of rage
far from saved
iand'm a fist of rage
in a broken state
iand'm a razor blade slittinand' through a wrist of hate
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back
Slim jimand's and a tin man grins deadheadand's with dreads
and now the feds growinand' shark fins
my girland's knocked up weand're in love
but sheand's young and yo i think iand'm gonna get locked up
i couldnand't cut the mustard with a ginsue (sp?)
and iand'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that iand've been through
iand'm lookinand' for love, but itand's got too many damn faces
i canand't win...even with these four aces
my place is here...in the mix...with tricks
and the sickos...i spend gand's but only make nickles
my soul tickles, but this ainand't even fun and games
my heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
my fuse is short and itand's lit
like me i should have fought...sketchy...itand's gettinand' hard to see
my heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath
these people they take and they take until thereand's nothing left
Iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
one foot in the grave
iand'm a fist of rage
far from saved
iand'm a fist of rage
in a broken state
iand'm a razor blade slittinand' through a wrist of hate
Come on
Youand're feeling old with me youand're up a creek and you donand't know it
finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
and i know it...and'cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
payback on your ass and'cause youand're over due and i know i owe it
and when youand're going down bet iand'll be blowing up
with the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized youand're fucked
i hope you see my middle finger from the stage
Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming
iand'm a fist of rage
one foot in the grave
iand'm a fist of rage
far from saved
iand'm a fist of rage
in a broken state
iand'm a razor blade slittinand' through a wrist of hate
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
iand'm a fist of rage
