Holy Christ bat an eye
Dumbfuck out of line
don't pull that shit with me
F.B.I.
Quicker than suicide
Your clock?s run out of time
Your breath reeks, you're fucked up
Talk is cheap you fucking punk
You want a piece of me tough guy
Busted lip, broken nose
Stomp your head through the floor
Scrape you off my combat boot
F.B.I.
F.B.I. fucking bad
F.B.I. fucking bad intentions
He brought you in this world now I?ll take you out
Fuck off and die
F.B.I.
He brought you in this world
He dropped you in my world
there's no room in my world


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