It’s tough, once again the battle’s turned rough, fucking with us, you’d think these punks have had enough, blowing up the block while they’re just staring at the clock. Living in a cell, I hold the key to the lock, they aint ready for another MOAB. I hit the switch like I live in NORAD, and leave you scratching at your gonads, you’re nuts, challenge us, and it’s your bad. We got the sound that makes the people go mad.
You say you gotta problem, you have just been violated, your friends wanna scrap, they’ll all get annihilated, when they opened their eyes, they became dilated. Now they’re getting jealous at the style we’ve created, bring it on, you’re like a child in a marathon, attacking me when your band can’t get along, it’s crazy, you’re facing someone who can write a song, “Are you up to the challenge?” Hell yeah, I’ll take it on.
Be ready, be ready,
I know you’ll see me later,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I brought the saber,
Be ready, be ready,
Your life might be in danger,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I’m calling in favors.
I told you don’t fuck with Grain, you aint gotta chance in this game, you run up on me and you’re destined to see that I’ll bury you just the same.
Don’t fuck with Grain.
Be ready, be ready,
I know you’ll see me later,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I brought the saber,
Be ready, be ready,
Your life might be in danger,
Be ready, be ready,
Because I’m calling in favors.
By the way, don’t fuck with Grain.
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