K.Y.A.

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 its 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
Woah the end of you
Woah the end of you
I will kick your ass
You cryin *****
I will kick your ass
You ****** sally girl
Run home cry to mama
Dont come back here again
Go home and wash your skirt
And paint your nails
And face like youve been
I cant stand you
Cant even look at you
Dont wanna hear you cry
I just cant deal with fragile little boys
Id 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 dont you be here
Theres no place you can hide
So you better keep runnin
Dress up like the girl you are
And hide out in the ladies stall
Run home cry to mama
Dont come back here again
Go home and wash your skirt
And paint your nails
And face like youve been
I cant stand you
Cant even look at you
Dont wanna hear you cry
I just cant deal with fragile little boys
Id rather see you die
I will kick your ass
You cryin *****
I will kick your ass
You ****** sally girl
Run home cry to mama
Dont come back here again
Go home and wash your skirt
And paint your nails
And face likeyou've been
I can't stand you
Cant even look at you
Dont wanna hear you cry
I just cant deal with fragile little boys
Id rather see you die