Why is everybody always picking on me? 
Does anybody really know a thing about me? 
One of these days we'll be in the same place 
In the same place punk, at the very same time 
And when it takes place 
And you wanna talk s*** 
Then step your a** up, and say it right to my face 

You'll get knocked the f*** out 
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash 
Knocked straight the f*** out 
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash 

I ain't believing all the s*** you been talking 'bout me 
Don't even know me, and still you're talking s*** about me 
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act 
In the act, red handed 
Caught up in the act, punk 
And that'll be the day, the one and only day 
Then step your a** up, and say it right to my face 

You'll get knocked the f*** out 
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash 
Knocked straight the f*** out 
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your a** can't cash 

Shhhh 

So where you at? 
Where you been? 
I'm sure of the s*** (I) you was in 
Cause this world 
Is really small 
Can we all get along? 
Can we all get along? 
And where you at? 
Where you been? 
I'm sure of the s*** (I) you was in 
Cause this world 
Is really small 
Can we all get along? 
Can we all get along? 

I'm upset at the people 
Who verbally rape us 
We're talking 
We try to ignore them 
Ignore them until they keep talking 
They think that they're building an empire 
Without us 
We've got the torch now 
We've got the fire to burn this mutherf***er down