People don't know what is what in this place
They all say what they want but not to your face
And expect you to take it, but if it's their case
They sting and they swell like eyes full of mace
All people know is street justice and violence
They hear of themselves and their brain sets off sirens
Yet while shit hits my life they expect silence
Those hotshots think that they're physical tyrants...
Well, you get what you get,
A mouth full of shit
Hells pit for the prick,
A punishment fit