I’m not ten years old and fighting playground battles anymore, but if you push your luck, you’re gonna get more than you bargained for. Why must it come to this? Now I see you’ve got your crew, they’re full of liquid courage too, but in the end I could care less cause I’ve got nothin to prove to you. So take me in this alley tonight with you’re boys by your side. But one day ou’ll be down on your luck, all alone, and I’ll be there to fuck you up. Why do you feel the need to prey upon the weak? You are not respected for showcasing your insecurites.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN