Don't mess with the wrong man

All the stories you've heard about me
It ain't nothing but the truth
I can smell your fear from where i stand
This will not end good for you

It's too late to beg me for mercy

I don't want your fuckin' blood
I don't need your damn skin
I just have a hungry soul
And now i'll feed it with your sins

It's too late, too late, too late