at least i improved my threshold for pain,
see my eyes swelled up and poured out blood,
we spent six months just cleaning it up,
the doctor said he'd stitch up the cut for me,
my next beatings in two weeks...oh
ive been taking a beatin in 2004,
yeah only two months have passed by and im already on the floor
i took a baseball bat straight to the knees,
and buckled over on the cold brooklyn street,
the same doctor helped me back to my feet and said to me,
"i'll see you in two weeks"
and if i take a beating (BEATING!) in 2005 (BEATING!),
it'll be a miracle (BEATING!) if i'm still alive (BEATING!)...