Fist! Will be fist!
No matter it’s on your face or wrist!
Hard! Might be hard!
No matter who will hold the mic!
I’ve realised that we are loosing control,
But it was too late,
And I was choking inside,
Drowning!
I never wanted it be ending this way,
I’m so pissed of! I want you dead!
Fist! Will be fist!
No matter it’s on your face or wrist!
Hard! Might be hard!
No matter who will hold the fucking
Mic!
No matter who will hold the fucking
Mic!
I just dont want you hold that god damn
Mic!
And after all the hopes that always drowned inside of you,
You go on scream: “Baby, oh! I’m gonna die for you”
You pussy liar! I’m gonna rip your rotten tongue away!
Till I’m the one who holds this
Mic!
OOOOOOH!
OOOOOOH!
I don’t wanna hear your fucking lies anymore,
I don’t wanna hear you crying like a whore,
I just wanna hear some real thoughts
Agaaaaaaaaain...
Many rivers will flow,
Though seasons will stay the same,
And for borning my muse
You’re the only one to blame
You’re the only one to blame!!!
You’re the only one to blame!!!
Oh! I'll be the one who holds the
Mic! I will return hate, 'n even
More! I'll be the one who holds the
Mic! I will return hate, 'n even
More!
