A Split-Second - s**erpunch lyrics

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A Split-Second - s**erpunch lyrics

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster Head on the trail of a losing streak Easy wins at Trivial Pursuit Sink your fangs into imaginary eat Never think twice about the game you shoot A chip on your shoulder and a dagger in your back Unless you die, you gotta keep on movin' Cowards s'posed to stew you are the first to turn their back Gotta get even, gotta keep on movin' The jaws of treason are prepared to crunch You better get ready for the s**erpunch We're raised on violence in America, you know? Last place a**a**ins are the closest friends The target just the weight, I'll trust the wait While you rattle in your confidence The f*ggy maggots flourish on your gate The jaws of treason are prepared to crunch You better get ready for the s**erpunch Get ready for the s**erpunch Stupid s**ers dressed in black Phones and knuckles, body bags Undercover business wives Body doubles, butchers' knives The jaws of treason are prepared to crunch You better get ready for the s**erpunch Get ready for the s**erpunch s**erpunch Get ready for the s**erpunch ba*tards ba*tards We're raised on violence in America, you know?