Foul Intent

I crawled out of hell To walk the path I'm on now Violence in the making Adrenaline has my hands shaking Moral low Moral low Oh so low in the dirt So you know You think you know You think you know your worth I've comes to terms with my hatred Feel your bones break under your skin I live deep down inside your head Don't wanna fucking see your face again Leave you knocked the f*ck out That'll teach you (don't run) your mouth Violence in the making Adrenaline has my hands shaking Moral low Moral low Oh so low in the dirt So you know You think you know You think you know your worth F*ck you up I don't give a f*ck Press your fucking luck (I said) F*ck you up I don't give a f*ck Press your fucking luck You Can't Run (You can't hide) Taste My Hate (Face demise) I'm fucking over it Don't wanna hear no lip You wanna talk shit Then step the f*ck up, BITCH Where the f*ck is your god I'll reach you