AWOL - Spite

Not here for the hangs or the good times

There is so much work to be done

And my concern lies with none of you

It’s just me (just me)

Just me (just me)

And that’s how it’s supposed to be

You’re old news (old news)

Old tunes (old tunes)

Not going to follow your made up shit rules (so go lose)

Where the hell is all the ethic?

This has never been a joke to me

Respect until disrespected

Put my enemies in the ground

Ridding all reputations

Live and die by the anvil scream

Hard work speaks plenty itself

Once the mic’s in my hands, you are all fucking doomed

You’re all doomed

They say it’s not about competition

So why is there a knife at my throat?

Your failure is a decision

Someone’s gotta stay on top and that fucker is me (just me)

Just me (just me)

Because that’s how it’s supposed to be

You’re old news (old news)

Old tunes (old tunes)

I’ll make my own damn rules

So to hell with you (with you)

Fuck you (fuck you)

You can dish but can’t take poor you

Someone’s gotta stay on top of this shit show

And I will make sure that motherfucker is me

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all

This is an execution, put them in the fucking ground

This is an execution, you people are disposable

I’ve said it before, this is survival of the fittest

Long live the SPITE fucking cult, motherfucker

I apologize for mastering my craft

My mistake for putting all your jobs at stake

Must be hard always being someone’s bitch

Remember your false entitlement when you open my stage

I have no fucking boss;

no one runs my show

Myself over you lame ass motherfuckers

Stick your fat nose up at me, and I’ll shove it up your fucking skull

Know your fucking place!