[Intro: Complete]
Ayo
This goes out to the streets, J-line to the A-line
M-line to F-line
Put your fuckin' fist up, come on

[Chorus: Complete]
You wanna fight me, cunt, that's unlikely
Find me wipin' the blood off my Nikes
If you're a fuck-up then jump up beside me
Bust up a window, punch up a fly-screen
You wanna fight me, cunt, that's unlikely
Find me wipin' the blood off my Nikes
If you're a fuck-up then jump up beside me
Bust up a window, punch up a fly-screen

[Verse 1: Complete]
Sittin' at the bus station, sick of all this frustration
I see a rich kid, I wanna kick his dumb face in
Sun blazin', these ciggies have my lungs achin'
Blood ragin' as I shiver from my drug cravin'
I'm just waiting for the day that I snap
On the way for a smash, scratchin' up a train with an axe
Satan is back, my brain needs some maintenance, stat
I put the info on my shoe and have you facin' the facts
Too late to relax, mate, this ain't a holiday resort
I box them as they talk, like they commentating sport
Until accommodation is a complicating thought
You're in hospital so much that you gotta pay a board
I abominate the law when I step to the plate
I know Bitter Belief, Smiley and Sever relate
My victims will see Nike, some red and some stains
It's time I put my foot down, while your head's in the way, what?
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