The Way of The Fist - Five Finger Death Punch
Break that sh_t 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 is the way of the fist.
Trapped with rage got no patience for victims.
Sick and tired of the whole f_cking world.
I don't remember asking you,
About your imperfections.
You might win, one battle,
But know this,
I'll win the f_cking war.
End of the god damn road, right.
Step to me, step to me, mother f_cker,
Zip your lip, you've run out of time.
Step to me, step to me, mother f_cker,
Talk the talk, now walk the damn line.
Deserve it, you've earned it,
Got yourself a f_cking war.
Believe it, you need it,
Face down on the f_cking floor.
I hate it, can't take it,
Wanna break your f_cking bones.
No mercy, you faggot, should have left it all alone.
Trapped with rage got no patience for victims.
Sick and tired of the whole f_cking world.
I don't remember asking you,
About your imperfections.
You might win, one battle,
But know this, I'll win the f_cking war.
(Then you crash and burn.)
1, 2, f_ck you, right.
Step to me, step to me, mother f_cker,
Zip your lip you've run out of time.
Step to me step to me, mother f_cker,
Talk the talk, walk the damn line.
Step to me, step to me, mother f_cker,
Shut your face, it's your turn to die.
Step to me, step to me, anybody,
Talk the sh_t, 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 f_cking war.
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