The End Songtext
von Twisted Method

Fuck you!

Three, two, one your time is up
Shit out of luck, too fucked up to think to duck
You′re looking for me? Well I'm huntin′ for you
I'm ready to handle some business I'm attendin to
(Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit?!
(Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch!
I′ma′ show you what I'm all about, ride out
And do it how we do it in the south so watch out!
I′ve got this disease.
So stay away from me!

Fed up. with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure. how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you, you say fuck me?
Well I say fuck you too!


Heart beating faster then a motherfucker
I black out when were about to kill each other
Served or be served I dont give a fuck
I′m not afraid to take a beating your the first to get stuck
(Oh Oh) Are you ready for this shit?!
(Oh Oh) You better ball up your fist bitch!
Don't believe me? Swear to god fuckin′ try me!
And I'll be the first to show you what you get, little bitch!
I've got this disease.
So stay away from me!

Fed up. With all the mistakes that you made
Not sure. how much more of this I can take
I know that I′m through with you, you say fuck me?
Well I say fuck you too!

You want a fuckin′ piece of me?
You want a fuckin' piece of me?
You want a fuckin′ piece of me?
You want a fuckin' piece of me?

Fed up. with all the mistakes that you made
Not sure. how much more of this I can take
I know that I′m through with you, you say fuck me?
Well I say fuck you too!

Fed up! With all the mistakes that you made
Not sure. how much more of this I can take
I know that I'm through with you, you say fuck me?
Well I say fuck you too!

You want a fuckin′ piece of me?
You want a fuckin' piece of me?