Lyrics

Slam! Can't touch this We rule it with a clenched fist On top fuel with a death grip Judged by a weak little man With a pen in his hand That just doesn't fucking get it Old, couldn't stop us if you wanted to School, breaking knuckles with a ruler Done, no more Emergence, to dominate you Run, hide Your time is coming Hunt, find Walking a fine line Run, hide My time is coming Hunt, find It's just a matter of time Talk your shit And get some balls to back it Pain, Hell Yeah coming With a vengeance Beat down by a weak little man With a gun in his hands And I don't fucking care Sick, livid and my stomach aches Rage, boiling over, full of hate Weak, worthless Spineless and we're coming for you Run, hide Your time is coming Hunt, find Walking a fine line Run, hide My time is coming Hunt, find It's just a matter of time Just like a stone rolling over Rebellion is rising Blazing the steeds Don't fire til you see The whites of their eyes Burned at the stake within me Warning Payback Settle the score Run, hide Your time is coming Hunt, find Walking a fine line Run, hide My time is coming Hunt, find It's just a matter of time Run, hide Your time is coming Hunt, find Walking a fine line Run, hide My time is coming Hunt, find It's just a matter of time
Writer(s): Greg Tribbett, Chad L. Gray, Jerry Montano, Vinnie Paul, Tom Maxwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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