you shake my hand, when you're pissing on my leg
fine you lose, you don't mean this misery
your soul is toxic, you ain't no friend of mine
you talk real trash when i'm not around
goons around they're going to tear me down.
they're all just screw it, they got better things to do
smile through your teeth, you talk bunch of nerve
you're judging you, you're going to stab my back
your time's run out, i've got nothing left for you.