I put it back to the motherfuckin' skullMake the pussy fallI don't care about your cliqueWe just party fuckin' coldIn a ditchWe just party in a ditchCause I think of all these bossesI'ma put up on the stageGet off, get off, get offGet off, get off, get offGet off, get off, get offFirst you sleep, then I hit with a shotI'ma get what I want, then I go back downThese fucks wanna test meI'ma pay them all my, all my moneyThese fucks know I don't try meI'ma push you past all the wishI'ma count these asses and squishI'ma get home with moreI'ma get home with moreWe gonna rock, we gonna rockWe gonna rock, we gonna rockWe gonna rock, weak do you knowiénWe gonna rock, weak do you knowiénWe gonna rock, weak do you knowénWe gonna rock, weak do you knowiénWe gonna rock, weak do you knowiénWe gonna rock, weak do you knowiénAnd this morningI admit it, I don't feel safeI don't get a new machineAnd tore them outAnd the top coming offI got sick of pushingAnd bailing on the dogsVegas first, wanna take a look outI ain't makin' more money than half of these fuckersI think that I'm funny, I'm makin' a midgetWe fostered a toss in the party instead of a brawlI do the brawl in a fightFuckin' all these bitches while they livin' by the priceI'm at the top, all these are gone in a priceI'ma keep on killin' it, don't let it set a priceI kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her, kill herI kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her, kill herI kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her, kill herKill her, kill herWe'll be right back.