Ill as a hornet, swarming around Your political correct world is incorrect I've found An angry young man is what I became The day that you got full of yourself, and now only you're to blame [Chorus] Push Push me on off of the ledge I'm standing with my toes hanging over the edge Not worried about a push coming down from above I'm ready for you When push comes to shove Look in my hands it's not what it seems Touch my hands I been around touch the man Touch the fist that can shatter your dreams [Chorus]