Minus One

40 Below Summer

So come on turn me loose

And keep it tight, tight like that noose

What's wrong with this picture

Shit flies when I pull the trigger

Too bad repercussion

Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushin'

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

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)

I'll make you feel this

(Die) yes, you're gonna (Die)

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