Get The Shot - Breathing Fire

There you stride along the city streets when none expects,
Dragging your fawning mind and toadyish being,
Just like a millstone hung around the slave's neck,
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away,
I'm giving up on silence,
'Cause you stepped on the wrong side of the track,
Vengeance smiles upon me and darkens this kind-hearted man,
NO TRACE of clemency will give your messily hands the chance to grip around my neck,
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the BEST OF ME
They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the best OF ME
You spread your lies among the trusting hearts, the helpless ones,
No doubt this world reveals a better place,
When you'll rot six feet under motherfucker,
You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away,
I'm giving up on silence,
'Cause You stepped on the wrong side of the track,
We've got UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Gimme spite or gimme contempt,
I am the rain upon your FIELD OF FIRE
Just call me out, I don't give a damn,
But take this bitter advice: throw in the towel and don't cross me again,
COWARDS taste the fist...
COWARDS eat the bricks...