Cold, Hard Fact

Here it come I said, here it come Here it come I'm pushing, pulling Back and forth and gain no ground The knocking down and Pound, pound, pound A kicking, screaming Whack duct taped to make no sound I'm sitting still to take the pound Pound, pound Going hard with A bang, bang, bang, shot Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Longer you live, you get what you give What you're reaping First out alive is the one to survive You are creeping Cold, hard fact Gonna get you in the back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna put it in your back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna get you in the back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna put it in your, put it in your A spitting blood and teeth and guts Out on your shoes A kiss my ass and born to lose Like Mister Blond Tap dancing Dalí on P.D All tied up in misery, pound Going hard with A bang, bang, bang, shot Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Passing the buck as you run out of luck Are you weeping? Crossing the line as you run out of time Are you creeping? Cold, hard fact Gonna put it in your back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna stick it in your back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna put it in your back, yeah Said, yeah jerk Gonna put it in your, put it in your Cold, hard fact Gonna get you in the back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna put it in your back, yeah Cold, hard fact Gonna slip it in your back, yeah Say, yeah jerk Put it in your, put it in your Going down hard with A bang, bang, bang, shot