I'd run his fade
I'd show him how he made you feel that day
Spit in his face
I'll show him one or two ways to quit his game
You said behave
I'll take a seat in the chair where my feet sway
I'll buy some mace
To spray myself
For wishing hell
Upon another man
Confrontations we could never seek
We'll just go home, you'll smoke up all your weed
And sweep the rest under the rug
There's always phlegm in my chest
But now there's blood in my sink
You say I'm bound to get better
But I ask what makes you think
That a hot-headed asshole like me lets the blink
Of an eye
Pass by
Before I say what I mean
You should've let me slide
That man deserves to die
You'll never change my mind
I wanna make him disappear