Razor Cranial Stomp
Yes, you loser, I caught up with you You didn't think I knew where you lived You tried to hide but you couldn't avoid The violent gift that I have to give You talk so tough when I'm not around Why can't you look me straight In the eyes? Crush your skull with my boots of steel 'cause lying is a thing I despise I stomp your head I want you dead Dancing all over your face It never tasted better than this Kicking your head in, all over the place Your death is something I wouldn't miss Force you, with hatred to swallow my fist The taste is something you won't forget Deserter, you sold out my trust Now you'll wish that we hadn't met
