| Well I’ve grown up in a ring of tangles
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| Gonna make my move gonna use all the angles
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| Somebody said you were a spitfire cat
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| Burning love gonna put an end to that
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| Wanna clean break, clean fight
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| Shake my hand but you don’t try anything rash
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| Catch you with my long throw
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| Take you by surprise
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| Gonna get you with a forearm smash
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| Baby, forearm smash
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| Baby, forearm smash
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| Seconds away gonna break your back
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| If you don’t wanna play then don’t give me flak
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| People spend money just to see you fall
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| When you’re out for the count
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| They won’t care no more, no more
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| I wanna clean fight baby so you’d better move over
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| I’m a heavy weight killer with a featherlight mover
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| It’s a long time holding my arms around you
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| I’m gonna fight dirty 'cause I’m gonna get you
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| Oh, he hit me, he cut me
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| Pulling my hair, aiming below the belt
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| It’s a prize fight and I was right
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| It’s a grudge fight over woman that gives me hell
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| Baby, forearm smash
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| Baby, forearm smash |