"Fist of Rage" as written by and R.j./shafer Ritchie....
Gotta make this money
Gotta make this money
This money is me
This money is everything I do and see

Who are you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headed for damnation
And I'm ready to leave

I can't believe this whole world twisted me
You fuckin' biggets, you fakes, you want to-be's
I see the future and its lookin' grim
A lake of fire lookin' like a gonks whip

I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist of rage (far from saved)
I'm a fist of rage (in a broken state)
(I'm a razor blade slippin' through a wrist of hate)
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
Crack another bottle and let me knock one back

Huh-huh, Slim Jim's
And the tin men grins
Fat heads with dreads
And all the feds growing shark fins

Huh-huh, my girls knocked up
We're in love but she's young and yo I think I'm being locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsu
And a twist of brown for all the bullshit I been through

I'm looking for love but it's got too many damn faces
I can't win even with these four aces
My place is here in the mix with the tricks and sickos
I spend g's but only make nickels

My soul tickles
But this ain't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasures of the pain
My fuse is short and it's lit like me I'm short

It's sketchy
It's getting hard to see
My heart bleeds believe it every dying breath
These people take and they take
Until there's nothing left

I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist of rage (far from saved)
I'm a fist of rage (in a broken state)
(I'm a razor blade slippin' through a wrist of hate)
Trouble

Ya feeling bold with me
You're up a creek
And you don't know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
And I know it

'Cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your ass cause you're over due and I know I owe it
Now when your goin' down bet I'll be blowing up
Hear the sound of a shotgun cock and realize you're fucked

I hope you see my middle finger from the stage
(Feel me coming, feel me coming, feel me coming, feel me coming)

I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist of rage (far from saved)
I'm a fist of rage (in a broken state)
(I'm a razor blade slippin' through a wrist of hate)
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage


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"Fist of Rage" as written by Matthew Shafer John A. Travis

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General Commentdont fuck with this guy
    thelatestdunbaron June 11, 2010   Link
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    General CommentProper lyrics:

    Gotta make this money and I make this money
    This money is me this money is everything I do and see
    Who you to judge me
    Just let me be and let me breathe
    I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
    I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
    You fuckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
    I see the future and it's lookin grim
    A lake of fire lookin like a long trip

    I'm a fist of rage
    One foot in the grave
    I'm a fist of rage
    Far from saved
    I'm a fist of rage
    In a broken state
    I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back

    Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins, deadhead's with dreads
    And now the Feds growin shark fins
    My girl's knocked, up we're in love
    But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up
    I couldn't cut the mustard with a ginsue
    And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through
    I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces
    I can't win even with these four aces
    My place is here in the mix with the tricks
    And the sicko's I spend G's but only make nickles
    My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games
    My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
    My fuse is short and it's lit
    Like me I should have fought sketchy, it's gettin hard to see
    My heart bleeds, believe it every dying breath
    These people they take and they take until there's nothing left

    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    One foot in the grave
    I'm a fist of rage
    Far from saved
    I'm a fist of rage
    In a broken state
    I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
    Come on
    Uh...Yeah
    Come on...Uh

    You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it
    Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
    And I know, cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
    Payback on your ass cause you're over due and I know I owe it
    And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up
    With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked
    I hope you see my middle finger from the stage
    Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming

    I'm a fist of rage
    One foot in the grave
    I'm a fist of rage
    Far from saved
    I'm a fist of rage
    In a broken state
    I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    I'm a fist of rage
    DizzyD312on December 01, 2013   Link

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