f.w.t.b.

shut your mouth for a minute, eyes red, tight chest, lips that won't quit it, i'm sick to death of this business, who are you to tell me i'm finished?, i know you know i'm gonna give it right back, there ain't no way that i'm gonna give you the satisfaction, i left my conscience burning in the tarmac, load my ammo, click it back, bang, bang! and attack, yeah!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, hush, hush, legs crossed, fucking with the boss now!, you like a fight when your friend's near, now you're alone, you lay low 'cause you smell fear, call for backup, i'm in fifth gear, screaming at the walls, and knocking you back into last year, i know you know i'm gonna give it right back, there ain't no way that i'm gonna give you the satisfaction, i left my conscience burning in the tarmac, load my ammo, click it back, bang, bang! and attack, yeah!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, hush, hush, legs crossed, fucking with the boss now!, ah ah ah ah ah, whoah-ah, ah ah ah ah ah, whoah-ah, ah ah ah ah ah, whoah-ah, ah ah ah ah ah, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, hush, hush, legs crossed, fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, you're fucking with the boss now!, hush, hush, legs crossed, fucking with the boss now!