The Way of the Fist - Five Finger Death Punch

Break this shit down!

Zoltan, open the sky!

You want it, you got it Everything you needed and more

You said it, I heard it Careful what you wish for

Deleted, defeated everything you’ve ever been

No mercy, it’s the way of the fist

Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims

Sick and tired of the whole fuckin’world

I don’t remember asking you about your imperfections

You might win one battle

But know this, I’ll win the fucking war!

End of the goddamn road!

(Right!)

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Zip your lip, you’ve run out of time

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Talk the talk, now walk the damn line

Deserve it, you earned it, got yourself a fuckin’war

Believe it, you need it, face down on the fuckin’floor

I hate it, can’t take it Wanna break your fuckin’bones

No mercy, you faggot

Should’ve left it all alone

Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims

Sick and tired of the whole fuckin’world

I don’t remember asking you about your imperfections

You might win one battle

But know this, I’ll win the fucking war!

As you crash and burn

1, 2, fuck you!

(Right!)

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Zip your lip, you’ve run out of time

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Talk the talk, now walk the damn line!

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Shut your face, it’s your turn to die

Step to me, step to me motherfucker

Talk the shit, your ass is mine!

I don’t remember asking you about your imperfections

You might win one battle

But know this, I’ll win the fucking war!