This Feels Like the End...

I'd like to trust that you're not a piece of shit as you fooled us all into believing
Somehow, deep down I know we're all mistaken, you remain a moronic passing phase
It's ironic to see yourself as the villain
Mutual trust was never considered as a given right

The day my fist comes into contact with your face
I hope you'll realize that your life's a disgrace
You punk ass chump

Keep running your mouth like you're some kind of know-it-all
You know what they say?
The taller they are, the harder they fall
There's nothing left to say about this fib of treachery
So we fall back down just to pick ourselves back up again

This is my town
This is my hood
Don't get shit misunderstood
You wouldn't get it even if you could
Still spotting you at all the places we used to meet
Keep sporting that obnoxious smile on your face

Your mother
Your poor mother raised a pathetic asshole
She's best to kiss you goodnight one last time before I never give her the chance again
Don't get it twisted, my goal's not to take you out
It's to disgrace your name in shame and all which you stand for

I don't know why you think you're slick
I don't know why you think you're quick
I know you can't compete with this dick
All I know is you're gonna wish you'd quit

The day my fist comes into contact with your face
I hope you realize that your life's a disgrace
You punk ass chump

I don't know why you think you're sick
I don't know why you brought your clique
I know you can't compete with this dick
All I know is you're gonna wish you'd quit

Your life ain't shit
You don't get what it takes to roll with us
Pull over and hand me my nine
I know I got you as soon as I spot you