| my winner’s circle tattoo lit up like a vegas night
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| my charging knuckles with a force not unlike chrome up on a motor bike
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| when you push me to the edge of everything i hate
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| the sound of fear racing between your eyes, will be your last
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| fuck you man
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| i’m not afraid to fight for this
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| and i’m goddamn sure that you won’t live through the night, this time
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| i am so tired slothlike in your bully’s eyes i feel no shame
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| i’m packing more than heated metal cocked cuz this will never ricochet
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| i’m beating down the years of tears that stung my blackened eyes
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| tonight i’m gonna use your face to clear my fate, pity the backseat
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| fuck you man
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| i’m not afraid to fight for this
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| and i’m goddamn sure that you won’t live through the night, this time!
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| time! |
| time!
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| my hands command to stick it out and lay you out
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| retaliate and cleanse every hero never been before me
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| never should have picked a fight with me
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| if only deeper than my skin could that you see
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| and that’s about the time that my vision caught the shine
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| oh my god, does this pussy pack a piece, i can’t believe
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| if i go down in a hail of 40 rounds should i have just walked away?
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| if i’m not afraid to fight this time, then i might not stay alive tonight
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| if i’m not afraid to fight this time, then i might not stay alive to-NIGHT!
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| NIGHT! |
| NIiiiiight |