Cold, Hard Fact

Here it come
I said, here it come
Here it come
I’m pushing, pulling
Back and forth and gain no ground
The knocking down and
Pound, pound, pound
A kicking, screaming
Whack duct taped to make no sound
I’m sitting still to take the pound
Pound, pound
Going hard with
A bang, bang, bang, shot
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Longer you live, you get what you give
What you’re reaping
First out alive is the one to survive
You are creeping
Cold, hard fact
Gonna get you in the back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna put it in your back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna get you in the back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna put it in your, put it in your
A spitting blood and teeth and guts
Out on your shoes
A kiss my ass and born to lose
Like Mister Blond
Tap dancing Dalí on P. D
All tied up in misery, pound
Going hard with
A bang, bang, bang, shot
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Passing the buck as you run out of luck
Are you weeping?
Crossing the line as you run out of time
Are you creeping?
Cold, hard fact
Gonna put it in your back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna stick it in your back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna put it in your back, yeah
Said, yeah jerk
Gonna put it in your, put it in your
Cold, hard fact
Gonna get you in the back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna put it in your back, yeah
Cold, hard fact
Gonna slip it in your back, yeah
Say, yeah jerk
Put it in your, put it in your
Going down hard with
A bang, bang, bang, shot