Heavyweight (feat. Tuomo)

Strip the kid gloves, cock your gun Jump in the ring when the bell is rung Butter up your fly before the bee has stung Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a Heavyweight How far is how far is too far Someone wrote it down and handed me the cue card Do start, just another dispute sparked For no real reason, got caught up in the hooplah Few and far between are those abstain That stay quiet when it's noisy in the rat race Could I be one of them, a lone government A world at war with itself, they're loving it I'm pulling my weight, slowly pulling away See, if I'm eating bullets, eat a bullet a day Go dancing on the ricochet of bullets that stray If you ask me what i'm gunning for, I wouldn't say Strip the kid gloves Cock your gun Jump in the ring when the bell is rung Butter up your fly before the bee has stung Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a Heavyweight My every gram's got a pound it True grit surely got a sound to it A misfit who's bound to get you To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it I'm a heavyweight, known for my grit But every day it feels like I'm too old for this shit Going over the list of my foes and Smoke 'em with flow that is crisp No slip in my shoe and I know that it fits Stepping on you Stepping on your friends with a full blitz My full wits about me, I warn you best not doubt me The culprits who discount me will be sulking From the rout we will deliver on their asses Get your Covid passes out, please Freeze! Lead a mission of my own fucking volition The louder you scream The less I will pretend to even listen Demolition of the ego-conspiratorial wack shit Poke you with a needle and escape with a backflip Strip the kid gloves Cock your gun Jump in the ring when the bell is rung Butter up your fly before the bee has stung Wake up dead and numb, you've been dealing with a Heavyweight My every gram's got a pound it True grit surely got a sound to it A misfit who's bound to get you To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it Heavyweight My every gram's got a pound it True grit surely got a sound to it A misfit who's bound to get you To cross the Styx baby when we get down to it