My Own Style

Holding a bottle of something as I walk by

I haven't drank one drop yet I hold it tight

Taking it by the neck as I think of you

And everything you did so I squeeze it harder

Breaking blood vessels in my hand now

All I can see is this bottle breaking over your head

My own style is all of me

A man sometimes broken and alone

And other times ready to wage war on all mankind

So this is one of those times as I walk on

That I think of you and how we just don't match

Me with my anger and you with your whatever

Whoever, could never, be ever, forever

A language no one understands but me

The king of a place that no one's ever seen

And in this place I exchange this bottle for a sword

Dipped in the blood of all my enemies

Formerly living now dead due to their crimes

My ways my law my mark my word my style

It's live or die, so what's it gonna be?

Are you gonna step on my toes and take a chance,

Or stay in your place and relax like all good dogs do?

So do you plan on love saving the day,

And do you think that I will turn into your hero?

Well you thought wrong sucka I do what I want

Say what I say and think what I think

Making this world mine at every chance I get

And with murder on my mind you know it's gonna be good

Now with all that said do you get my style?

Brutal and honest, straight to the core

With a blood red blade and I heart made from stone

I made the man you see today

So for this I thank you, now stay out of my way