Yes, you loser, I caught up with you
You didn't think I knew where you lived
You tried to hide but you couldn't avoid
The violent gift that I have to give
You talk so tough when I'm not around
Why can't you look me straight In the eyes? [bad word] your skull with my boots of steel
'cause lying is a thing I despise
I stomp your head
I want you dead
Dancing all over your face
It never tasted better than this
Kicking your head in, all over the place
Your death is something I wouldn't miss
Force you, with hatred to swallow my fist
The taste is something you won't forget
Deserter, you sold out my [bad word] Now you'll wish that we hadn't met