Wckr Spgt – Letras de To The Bronx

I am so tired of your verbal haranguings
I am not a doormat or a wall hanging
I am an ox
Respected in my community
And I demand impunity
From your verbal haranguings
So I say this to you in a breeze of respect
Stop your verbal haranguings
Or I'll hurt your neck
In a manner most unpleasant
You hurt my feelings
Like the glass
Hurts the pheasant