Out For The Count Rugged Shit Lyrics

A fist swing on a nasty beat, will my appetite
for destruction be fulfilled this time for good?
I smash you like a f___in' insect on a windshield, having your insides revealed.
b____, will you deal with that pain I made you feel?

Listen to that rugged s___. It's the sound of bones and fists.
My appetite for destruction burning my guts. I smash your f___in' head in dust.
Do you feel that blood taste dripping down your throat and that makes you choke?
Son, this is the aftertaste of my flow.

You f___in' b____es, check this out. This is how this s___ goes.
This one's for those who like to hear the sound of fists on bones.
Now you can't say you weren't told...
I'm lethal like a desert eagle.
b____, I break your f___in' arms like a Steven Seagal.
d___, I love to watch you bleed and crawl.
This is the rugged s___. It's OFTC, you f___in' c___s.
We're in da house. This s___ is real. f___ that.

b____, you wanna try me? Then you will taste my fury.
And there will be nothing left to be buried 'cause you'll be split
in a thousand pieces.
And that smell of p___ is your f___in' strength that misses its end.
You can't expect peace when you f___in' diss.
The last word's to my fist inside your mouth.
What up, b____? Sorry if I did make you cough.

b____, now I'm back to basics. My hand's guided by the triple six.
I chop your nerves off and serve you my sick mind tricks.
The darkness is thick while I make you eat your own brain with sticks.
I fill a needle with my p___ and inject you that dirty fix.