All Lyrics © VENTT 1998-2002
Don’t you go looking at me, like you do not know my face I’m giving you fair warning, let my words fill up this place You’re always crying out how it just is not your day I got some bad news for you gonna blow your ass away Chorus I am about to make it my business I am about to give you what for I am about to make it my business All of this losers making me sore Send chills right down my back; you know I bet your blood runs cold I’m perched for the attack; you know your stories getting old Keep crying you sore loser, your tears won’t wash away Whole lotta bad misfortune that has brought you here today Chorus I am about to make it my business I am about to give you what for I am about to make it my business All of this losers making me sore All bets are off my cards on the table What is it that you want me to say? I am about to make it my business all of you losers outta my way Break Repeat 2nd chorus
