(Verse)
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You got me so mad, I would jump through the buckler
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Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle-er
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Don't give a fuck of her, can't see, cut my eye
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Lids wide open like the (wings of a butterfly)
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I sing for my suffer I, dance round the ring of my ?
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Rings of sarcophagus when it's crunch time but I won't be undermined
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Before I throw a punch line, talk about fucking line
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High jab with another line now
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Mouth guard it, but I still got my tongue in watch
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Must speak so unrefined, about the quire, no sound of my name
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No alumni, can't tell by the way that I say alumni
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The question with which I cut my lip, down leffants sing you lullabies
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And machetes with them butter face
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And I'm ready cause them bloody eyes
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The window to your soul I pull, I'm bringing down the shutters, I
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(Hook)
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I've never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face
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I've never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good
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So tell me you might step bout the butter by me
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And we can watch the whole world come home
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Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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And rumble, young man, rumble
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Young man, rumble, young man rumble
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Rumble!
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(Verse 2)
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You sing out the masses, each line of flashes
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You swing down, the damage brings out the savage
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The ring sound, the first round, the battle
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The brim's round, only this thing mind for madness
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Call me on the road, call me on a job
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Corner aligned, the ? finals stuck me from your throat
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Vocal the peace, my blood boils the notion of peace
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In such toil the face that notions defeat
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Shrug off a glance which stands for one in advance
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Succumb to the dance, romance, the blood on her hands
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Wife is tryna throw the babies, rock us down from toe to toe
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It ain't for lack of trying, it's that they try and won't let go
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It takes a particular touch, the way to deliver a punch
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If the game isn't vicious enough the retired and haters are giving it up
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Let 'em come, let 'em fool round now
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Said it once and went all round town
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Get 'em done, get a dealer hung when I come
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Betta run, betta haul all south
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(Hook)
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I've never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face
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I've never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good
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So tell me you might step bout the butter by me
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And we can watch the whole world come home
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Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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And rumble, young man, rumble
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Young man, rumble, young man rumble
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Rumble!
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Rumble, Young Man, Rumble
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Hilltop Hoods |