[Verse 1]
On the cusp of an explosion
I answer with evil, that's the way that I play it
Street Turks, multiple contusions
I gnash, spit, yeah I grind my teeth

[Chorus]
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you

[Verse 2]
No security force or vigilantes'
Overwrought ego can dethrone me
Ostracized if not otherwise
Left to my own device you'll surly see

[Chorus]
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you