Snake

(álbum: Rockaholic - 2011)

Well you walk into the room
Like you've been eating all your life off some silver spoon
And your loud talking all of your shit
Like you're so damn sure everybody's buying into it

And you're sly as you can be
And you don't want nothing unless it's coming for free
Your disrespect got me seeing red
If you were creeping through my yard you know I'd chop off your head

Like a snake in the grass
Well you take, you don't ask
You think you're getting over on me
Well listen up
Snake
Snake

Listen I, well I've seen your kind
You twist some pretty little words around, confuse their minds
Now listen up, I know you well
And I'm sure I don't need the kind of junk you're trying to sell

Like a snake in the grass
Well you take, you don't ask
If you think you're getting over on me
Listen
You're a snake in the grass
Well you take, you don't ask
Think you're getting over on me?
Check it out

Snake

Like a snake in the grass
Well you take, you don't ask
You think you're getting over on me
Listen
You're a snake in the grass
And you take, you don't ask
Think you're getting over on me?
You kiss my ass
Snake
Snake
Snake