who knows the goals of a bruised soul
with eyes of a lion bout to lose control
years of being pressed with fear and all the stress
one day he's gonna put these bustas to the test
now he's had it and he wants to be heard
to serve the first punk that ever called him a nerd
words do hurt more than sticks and stones
they stab you so deep straight down to the bone
he goes home just to take some more of that sh**
from the b*** he calls mother and the father the dick
he's witnessed so much hatred in just thirteen years
no emotion is shown cried his last tear
he's all alone and has thought about death
and confessed to the heaven of all of this mess
how can he live when he's already dead
instead he'll be sure to take a couple of heads
he's gonna bust he's gonna bust
he's gonna bust he's gonna bust
he's gonna bust he's gonna bust tonight
now he's ready got the gun in hand
bust a rambo cause he doesn't give a damn
too many times has he let sh** slip
when motherf*** az giggled as they called him a b***
now he's letting tricks know who've they messed with
strapped the gat and he's packing his clips
no bullet proof needed cause he doesn't give a f***
gonna bust at these punks gathered up in clumps
so duck if you ain't ready for the funk
such a pussy mentality won't be much luck
so tuck that gat away if you ain't gonna bust
or clutch that trigger with a single touch
it's over now and he's letting them know
every foe will die in the hands of a mofo
murder anybody that gets in the way
even the punk police better stay away
