Stick a knife in the center of your back You better grow some eyes in the back of your head I fight dirty, just like your looks Can't take, can't take, can't take anymore
Take back, take back, take
The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue An eye for an eye Gun for a gun Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine Expect it when you're least expecting it No loss of love, the smell of regret Lights out can't take anymore