What do you got?

You got nothing

Outta my face

Your smell is disgusting

Who do you bring?

You got no one

And to let you know

Fuck the police from here to Iowa

In your eyes

I feel the pressure

Burning high

Water runs

Between your thighs

You fill my head

With the same ol’ lies

You got nothing

One step ahead

Come meet your maker

Don’t play with fire

I’m your undertaker

I know your name

I got your number

I’m gonna get you

Like a rolling thunder

In your eyes

I feel the pressure

Burning high

It’s not too late

To compromise

You’ll bring about

Your own demise

You got nothing

Empower

Your will to live

This hour

You are

Gonna bleed

You cower

Shivering

Expire

Get the fuck

Away from me