| You pick on the weak
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| Your twisted tongue speaks
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| All the fears you hide
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| The fear inside
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| You think I don’t see
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| You’re not talking to me
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| I’m the mirror, the knife
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| The fear inside
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| But I get stronger everyday
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| One wrong will be all it takes
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| My power’s fed by your hate
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| One wrong will be all it takes
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| My fight is won
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| Who needs a gun
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| You knocked me down
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| But who’s laughing now
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| My fight is won
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| Who needs a gun
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| You knocked me down
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| But who’s laughing now
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| And the bully’s best friend
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| Is the poison pen
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| But you cant touch me
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| While you sit at home
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| Plan attacks all alone
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| You try to phase me
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| But I get stronger everyday
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| One wrong will be all it takes
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| My power’s fed by your hate
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| One wrong will be all it takes
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| My fight is won
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| Who needs a gun
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| You knocked me down
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| But who’s laughing now
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| Boom boom knock you out
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| Boom boom knock you out |