Lyrics

I want to fight your father's bare hands I'm more of a man i might I want to find his pieces of gold He'll do what he's told or i'll steal his soul It's the last docket he'll ever oppose He'll find it hard i'll trash his yard Like a mad rocket i'm like a fire Sent to retire i'll crush his little home Like a flame i'll rule his toys I'm not the boy he'd like And if he tries i'm not that far I'll rule his star in my death car And i better not see your face no more That's part of it And i better not show my face no more