Big boys don’t try I call it as I see it, you’re a pest Sniffed out your lies Like a bloodhound tracking the smell of death
If you Dare to run with my money J’vas t’tuer J’vas t’tuer
Steel meets glass Mirage of a deity fades You’re hemorrhaging mistakes and no one will save you I see you won’t shoulder the blame Pacing around the room in vain Morally bankrupt, rotten to the core Your head is on the block
If you Dare to run away with my money J’vas t’tuer J’vas t’tuer
From king to bottom dog
Frontal lobe numbed by your senselessness Textbook psychopath standing on mountains of flesh Frontal lobe numbed by your senselessness Cries of domination, cries of domination
Big boys don’t try I call it as I see it, you’re a pest Sniffed out your lies Like a bloodhound tracking the smell of death You’re fucking dead
I’ll drag you in the street if I have to I don’t care, j’m’en criss I’ll wake up the whole goddamn neighbourhood
