You'd Think There Were Ten of Me

Call your mommy's lawyer
Tell you what, yeah, I'll dial it for you
Your bout to take your last breath
You know it always ends in bloodshed
Keep your bullshit to yourself
Cause acting like a bitch is always bad for your health
Run your mouth, I won't keep you alive
Talking shit then I want you to cry
One punch and you're saying goodnight
Living ain't the enemy
(You'd think there were ten of me)
Listen up, it's priceless
You ain't never met anyone like this
And when the fight is over
I beat the Devil sitting on your shoulder
Keep the fuck away from me
I won't stop until you're lying dead in the street
Run your mouth, I won't keep you alive
Talking shit then I want you to cry
One punch and you're saying goodnight
Living ain't the enemy
(You'd think there were ten of me)