The Jokes on You - Your Demise

The joke's on you
You're hiding at the back of the room
Now i'm coming out to find you
You made your last mistake
You pushed me way too f_cking far
How dare you f_cking doubt me?

If you're putting your sh_t above the things that count
Then your days are numbered
And you can count me out
Open up your eyes, and try and find something in life
Instead of sitting around
Chatting sh_t to my friends

I value the things i have
But they don't mean everything
They don't mean half as much as friendship means

I'll f_cking find you
Of that I'm sure
F_cking take me on
And i'll assure
That you won't come back for more
I'll f_cking find you
Of that I'm sure
And i won't stop
Til your blood's on the floor

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