I woke up half an hour ago
I don`t remember much and I`m feeling slow
I don`t know how but I know I lost all my friends
Every time I see you now you`re picking a fight
I know I must have said nothing right
Do you think that this is going to make a change
Do you want to fight me? Hand to hand
Do you want to fight me? Now`s your chance
Can you tell me why I`m so objectionable
Is it personality or just my smell
When you look like fighting I look sick
Is it a disorder a doctor can fix
or are you just a violent mother fucking son of a bitch
When you put me to the floor you know I`ll get back up again
Do you want to fight me? Now`s the time
Do you want to fight me? Stand in line
It`s obvious it`s too late to make it right
Talking sense to you is going to take all night
I`m going to get a beating unless I make a plan
I know you want a piece, sorry I`m so slow
One more bevy I`ll be ready to go
And run faster than I`ve ever run before