Twisted Method - The End Lyrics

F*ck you

Three, two, one your time is up
Shit out of luck, too f*cked up to think to duck
Well, you're looking for me? Well, I'm hunting for you
I'm ready to handle some business I'm attending to
(Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit?
(Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch
I'ma show you what I'm all about - Ride out
And do it how we do it in the south so watch out

I've got this disease
So stay away from me
Fed up with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you
You say f*ck me?
Well I say f*ck you too

Heart beating faster then a motherf*cker
I blackout when we're about to kill each other
Served or be served I dont give a f*ck
I'm not afraid to take a beating your the first to get stuck
(Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit?
(Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch
Don't believe me? I swear to God, f*cking try me
And I'll be the first to show you what you get, little bitch

I've got this disease
So stay away from me
Fed up with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you
You say f*ck me?
Well I say f*ck you too

You want a f*cking piece of me?
You want a f*cking piece of me?
You want a f*cking piece of me?
You want a f*cking piece of me?

Fed up with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you
You say f*ck me?
Well I say f*ck you too

Fed up with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you
You say f*ck me?
Well I say f*ck you too

You want a f*cking piece of me?
You want a f*cking piece of me?