My winner's circle tattoo lit up like a Vegas night My charging knuckles with a force not unlike chrome up on a motor bike When you push me to the edge of everything I hate The sound of fear racing between your eyes will be your last f** you man I'm not afraid to fight for this And I'm goddamn sure that you won't live through the night this time I am so tired, slothlike in your bully's eyes, I feel no shame I'm packing more than heated metal co*ked, 'cuz this will never ricochet I'm beating down the years of tears that stung my blackened eyes Tonight I'm gonna use your face to clear my fate, pity the backseat My hands command to stick it out and lay you out Retaliate and cleanse every hero never been before me Never should have picked a fight with me If only deeper than my skin could that you see... And that's about the time that my vision caught the shine Oh my God, does this p**y pack a piece, I can't believe... If I go down in a hail of .40 rounds should I have just walked away? If I'm not afraid to fight this time, then I might not stay alive tonight