They call me destroyer
life's a battlefield and you're on the ground
you talk sh**
you get hit
you're just a b**h with no reason to be proud
we are everything that you wanted to be
watch your language when you're talking to me
you're f**ing fake
OOH
you talk big sh** for someone so f**ing small
you'd say it to my face if you had any balls
you're the kind of person to go and lie to all your friends
we all know that you have f**ed up means to f**ed up ends
I'm tired of all your bullsh** hope you die I hope you rot
good luck on starting another band while I climb to the top
I'm a f**ing warhound you're a stupid f**ing kid
quit denying all the sh** we know you f**ing did
you turn your back on others
the second they are not around
you're lucky someone hasn't just driven you're face into the ground
if it were up to me id rather see you drown
you're a self entitled prick
you're existence makes me sick
and if you were to die today
no one would turn the either way
you're a self entitled prick
you're existence makes me sick
you're a self entitled prick
you're existence makes me sick
I would rather see you drown