Just how long til you've had enough? Your sharp stare and your razor tongue And the blood that drips from your tongue You're not one to stay satisfied Will you run if I let you up? IF, I let you up You're clearly out of line So don't you make a sound Pour dear, when I arrive I'm gonna put the hammer down You just cry and don't do enough Your alibis and your attitude And the ones you keep under thumb You're not one to apologize But when it comes, what you gonna do When it comes