Why is everybody always picking on me?

Does anybody really know a thing about me?

One of these days we'll be in the same place

In the same place punk, at the very same time

And when it takes place

And you wanna talk shit

Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face



You'll get knocked the fuck out

Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

Knocked straight the fuck out

Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash



I ain't believing all the shit you been talking 'bout me

Don't even know me, and still you're talking shit about me

One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act

In the act, red handed

Caught up in the act, punk

And that'll be the day, the one and only day

Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face



You'll get knocked the fuck out

Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

Knocked straight the fuck out

Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash



Shhhh



So where you at?

Where you been?

I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in

Cause this world

Is really small

Can we all get along?

Can we all get along?

And where you at?

Where you been?

I'm sure of the shit (I) you was in

Cause this world

Is really small

Can we all get along?

Can we all get along?



I'm upset at the people

Who verbally rape us

We're talking

We try to ignore them

Ignore them until they keep talking

They think that they're building an empire

Without us

We've got the torch now

We've got the fire to burn this mutherfucker down

Town, town

Burn this