Panic (Twisted Method)

One, two, three One, two, three Go Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock I've got this locked in my head You want to see me dead You'd rather push me aside Than deal with my sickness inside You all hope soon that I'll fade away Fuck you 'cause I'm never going away There's people that's out to get me They wanna watch me bleed Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what, what, what Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what, what, what You need to open your eyes Realize that I've got a forty-five It's self-defense if I pull this trigger And someone dies Now I'm not talking shit I just want you to realize this I give a fuck less now than I ever did And it's you that's getting lit Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what, what, what Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what, what, what What, what, what, what I'm losing my fucking head Right now I can do this on my own I don't need your help just leave me alone I can do this on my own I don't need your help just leave me alone Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot Who's rocking this spot? Everybody in this bitch C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what Show me what you got Show me what you got Show me what you got What, what, what, what What, what, what, what I'm losing my fucking head