Fist Lyrics

I never needed a set of instructions.
Get on your knees and make with the suction.
When words are useless, then the fist comes through.
It's not a threat or a promise, sucker. It's just how we do!
I might be cancer, but I'm making fucking sense.
My open door policy, is referred as the past tense.
You can keep the spotlight, I've got something to say I'll sing it.
I'm not listening anymore, so throw up your hands and bring it!