Painfully waiting for the battle to come, my devil is telling me it will be fun, while my angel is screaming run, I stand my ground and if things get tough I'll pull out my gun, cause this rebel chick don't run.
I've killed my angel who was holding me back, so prepare for a nasty attack, I'm leaving nothing out not going to lack, I'll hit you so hard your be seeing black, I won't let you get back on track, I've released my wolf pack.
I ain't slowly down so sit down and watch your end approach, they say if you can't play coach, I'm kill your high ego like a roach.
I don't care anymore you want a battle you got one and I'm not sorry for not backing down, you want to demolish me and leave me to drown, but I can swim and I'm taking back my crown.
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I would like to translate this poem