when he starts hitting he won't stop
until he hears me scream and drop
the blood that drips gets on his hand
it makes him feel like he's a man

he's not happy until i bleed
it's the only thing he needs
it's proof to him i've had enough
then he walks away and thinks he's tough

tonights the night he learns a lesson
tought by my old smith and wesson
revenge compacted in my hand
crack and boom, now who's the man?

no more fits of violent rage
beatin' on kids half your age
the bullet's worth a thousand slaps
a violent end with just one cap