Smoke You Out

Got sucker-punched by all you chumps
 Don't give a fuck, I'll just get up
 You better run 'cause I've brought all of my goons
 Little man, know that I am out for you
 Who the fuck do you think you are?
 Get out my face, I'm a shooting star
 Spend my nights in front of crowds
 Then I rage on stage 'til my voice goes out
 Tore up from the floor up, call me batshit crazy
 Tore up from the floor up, call me out
 I'll smoke you out
 I'll burn your house down to the ground
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground
 You better run, I'm a loaded gun, painting a target on everyone
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground
 I'll make that smile turn upside down
 Eat my twelves, you fucking clown
 End your life with a click-clack-boom
 And hide your body somewhere it will not be found
 Who the fuck do you think you are?
 Get out my face, I'm a shooting star
 Spend my nights in front of crowds
 Then I rage on stage 'til my voice goes out
 Tore up from the floor up, call me batshit crazy
 Tore up from the floor up, call me out
 I'll smoke you out
 I'll burn your house down to the ground
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground
 You better run, I'm a loaded gun, painting a target on everyone
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground
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 Better watch out!
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 Watch out, the ground comes fast, I don't get mad, I just get even
 Watch out, the ground comes fast, I don't look back, I just get even
 Watch out, the ground comes fast, I don't get mad, I just get even
 Watch out, the ground comes fast, I don't look back, I just get even
 Tore up from the floor up, call me batshit crazy
 Tore up from the floor up, call me out
 I'll smoke you out
 I'll burn your house down to the ground
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground
 You better run, I'm a loaded gun, painting a target on everyone
 You won't make a sound, when you're six feet underground