Lyrics Battleground - Nosferatu

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth

At my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat
We are met at this chosen ground, to settle for good and all

We deep as a motherfucker, we 'bout to get it crunk
Yeah, switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
Elbows flyin', bitches cryin', people bleedin'

Is this it?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of ragtags!
We are met at this chosen ground, to settle for good and all

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble

You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years
Fear
The spectacle of fearsome acts
Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands
He offends me, I cut out his tongue
He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike
Raise it high up, so all in the streets can see
That's what preserves the order of things
Fear

At my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat
We are met at this chosen ground, to settle for good and all

We deep as a motherfucker, we 'bout to get it crunk

AK's, Berettas

Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands
He offends me, I cut out his tongue
He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike

You just another punk in the club about to get jumped

Yeah, switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckles
Elbows flyin', bitches cryin', people bleedin'