K.Y.A. - Flotsam & Jetsam

So you wanna come up on me

Chest out up on both feet

Puffed up, look down your nose

Attitude up on your tip toes

Hope you know how it’s gonna be

Blood and knuckles out in the street

Come at me like a drunk in a bar

You must like the taste of road tar

Woa the end of you

I will kick your ass you cryin' pussy

I will kick your ass you fuckin' sally girl

Run home cry to mama

Don’t come back here again

Go home and wash your skirt

And paint your nails and face like you’ve been

I can’t stand you

Can’t even look at you

Don’t wanna hear you cry

I just can’t deal with fragile little boys

I’d rather see you die

So you sneak up from behind

A cheap shot like I was blind

You better make it the shot of the year

And when I get up don’t you be here

There’s no place you can hide

So you better keep runnin'

Dress up like the girl you are

And hide out in the ladies stall