DESPERATE TIMES If you've got my back to the wall I will attack. Step of mother fucker or I'll break your back. My brain will snap like a twig, and I'll go berserk. I'll ravage your body and throw your corpse in the dirt. You're like a monkey on my back that won't go away. Get thh fuck off or I'll make you pay. Keep getting in my face and you'll get wasted. I'll rip out your throat and your blood I'll taste it. (Chorus) Desperate Times, call for drastic measures. In my desperation, I'll kill you just for pleasure. I can smell the fear in your heart from a mile away. No use getting on your knees and beginning to pray. Your destiny is gone and in my hands. I'll make you see the mother fuckin' promised land. Desperate Times, Drastic Measures. Desperate Times. Desperate Times, Drastic Measures. Drastic Measures. Chorus Quick tempered, my moods change like the weather. The damage on you too great to measure. Just like a savage animal, my feelings are blind. To me, killing you will me just fine. With your pitifulness I've had it up to here. But that's alright cause your end is near. Poor mother fucker you've wasted your last chance. And when I'm done, with the devil you'll dance.