Lyrics My Fist, Your Face - Crimson Slaughter

My Fist, Your Face

Don’t tread on me, fucking poser
I’m higher in the food chain
If you really want to be a loser
Now is your lucky day
Get out of my way or I will pass through you
I’ve better things to do
Think before speak, 'cause I won’t repeat:
You can’t stop my bloody frenzy
Fucking asshole
I will break your legs
Delivery is coming
Your fucking disgrace
My fist, your face
I really hate people like you
Hypocrisy is your name
Who you think you are, What I suppose to do?
I’m much better than you
Stop cry and shout, close your coward mouth
You’re an easy target for laughs
Flying so high, you don’t realize
That you belongs to a lower size