Minus One Paroles

Back off and let it be
Or I'll take you below 40 degrees

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'll make you hear this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'll make you feel this
(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)

Stuff this down your throat
Tight rope, let's see if this shit floats
I rip you up, like a chainsaw
Rearrange, to forget what you came for
Don't talk, just listen
Don't change, your position
Fuck you, if you don't like this
You don't like this, bitch, you can bite this

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)
I'll make you hear this I can not contain this
I can not explain this
I am so deranged, it's on
(but do you really want to dance (do you want to)
Don't walk away just as I'm about to
Fuck 'er