I woke up half an hour ago  I don't remember much and I'm feeling slow  I don't know how but I know I lost all my friends  Every time I see you now you're picking a fight  I know I must have said nothing right  Do you think that this is going to make a change    Do you want to fight me? Hand to hand  Do you want to fight me? Now's your chance    Can you tell me why I'm so objectionable  Is it personality or just my smell  When you look like fighting I look sick  Is it a disorder a doctor can fix  or are you just a violent mother fucking son of a bitch  When you put me to the floor you know I'll get back up again    Do you want to fight me? Now's the time  Do you want to fight me? Stand in line    It's obvious it's too late to make it right  Talking sense to you is going to take all night  I'm going to get a beating unless I make a plan  I know you want a piece, sorry I'm so slow  One more bevy I'll be ready to go  And run faster than I've ever run before