| You what?
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| I don’t like to lose my temper but they give you no choice
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| It’s like they were born irritating, even the sound of their voice,
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| is dedicated to testing the patience of the most saintly type, elevated
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| So when they are faced with us that are basic are we supposed to be able to
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| take it? |
| I can’t, can you?
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| No? |
| Well then, here’s what you tell them: Don’t piss me off!
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| It’s the tone of a pompous git when he’s on your shit and he just make you
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| wanna spit but instead you bite your top like and feel like a dickhead
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| 'Coz this ain’t the time of place for a punch in the face but you just wanna
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| humble a mug
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| Move peaceful with abundance of love but you’re not a prick and he muddled you
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| up
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| Taking him out with a straight to the mouth, sometimes that’s all they
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| understand
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| Taking him out and then straighten him out so he realises he won’t ever shout
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| in the face of a grown ass man again
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| Are you a little boy and your only 10? |
| Like if you need to you won’t defend?
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| Must’ve confused you with him and his friend but when you blow your gasket
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| shit gets drastic, you’re not elastic snap like a matchstick and you will slap
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| pricks, yeah
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| Hype as an Irish man on St. Patrick’s
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what, you what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off
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| I don’t like to lose my temper and it don’t happen that often
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| Sometime somebody wanna be a problem and nothing else will stop them other than
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| knowing that physical conflict ain’t off the roster
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| Box an imposter. |
| This ain’t life or death, this ain’t my family under a threat
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| It’s just a day when a little mug gets, out of his pram 'coz he don’t recollect
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| how it could get when the left hook checks, that same mouth that spouted the
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| mess
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| You ain’t on road, you don’t need to body no-one, unless they trouble your mum
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| Fuck doing life, over little backchat. |
| That’s what the elbow’s for to attack
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| that
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| I ain’t gonna lie, when I was a younger, shit, something in an avirex in the
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| summer
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| I got lucky lotta man doing bird, wanking no access to a bird. |
| Over he said she
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| said, what have you heard? |
| My ends, your ends, shit is absurd. |
| So here’s to an
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| old school punch up, come and have a dust up, we should be teaching the
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| youngers
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| You ain’t on road, you don’t need to body no-one, unless they trouble your mum.
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| We are not dumb, we know how fools are become, everyone on a knife and a gun.
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| But we all seen too many man doing life, 50 in a cell, over the hype so let’s
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| get old school lets just fight, put up your fists and tell 'em like this!
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what, you what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off
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| (Akala talking)
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| Don’t piss me off
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| You what, you what, you what, you what
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| Don’t piss me off |