| Hop in the titan
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| With the aim of stopping them striking
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| I’m not going to lie
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| It’ll probably get properly violent
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| You should eat your greens
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| Because you’re lacking in iron, man
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| I don’t mean to talk beanstalks
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| But I’m jacking your giant
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| I’ve seen gore beyond belief
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| War machines torn up like magazines
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| Fragged to smithereens with C4
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| Rock you like a see-saw
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| Rucking’s what I breath for
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| Drop you into free fall
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| And pop you when you respawn
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| Free running and free gunning
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| Among the debris, becoming elite
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| Keep running your mouth
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| I’ll separate your gum and your teeth
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| I find it funny you keep
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| Coming back for more
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| Like Oliver Twist did
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| When he risked it
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| Cause he really wanted something to eat
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| Are you big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Reckon you’re big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| You’re talking all that
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| While I’m ignoring, walking tall
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| While I’m taking great strides
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| You were barely taught to crawl
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| I’m a fighter personified
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| Warts and all
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| You’ve never fought a war
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| In all your life
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| Why, we all can brawl
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| You’ve not got the balls
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| To drop and fall
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| Hop from wall to wall
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| Adrenaline is setting in
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| A veritable smorgasboard
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| Of fluids running through you
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| Like a sewer or a waterfall
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| You’re short of all the gall you need
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| And so you’re sure to fall
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| Check my vortex blocker
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| It could more or less stop a chopper
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| While I take a break to make a mocha
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| Make a mockery of you
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| You can’t refuse
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| I made an offer
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| Leave you shaking, quaking
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| Mate, you need to take your beta blockers
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| Are you big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Reckon you’re big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Yeah, I think you’re rather justified
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| In feeling mugged off
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| Every attack you tactically attacked with
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| Atlas shrugged off
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| So spray me with de-Ogre-ant
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| That stuff just rubs off
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| I stride up in my Stryder
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| And tear your lugs off
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| My smart pistol is ripping
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| And pulling apart gristle
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| Leave a dark ripple in your chest
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| You need kevlar nipples
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| I blast missiles at trolls
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| For laughs, giggles and lulz
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| So I wouldn’t advise getting involved
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| If you’re not MLG
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| MGL
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| A shower of empty shells
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| As everyone around me’s
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| Shredded into bits
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| And sent to hell
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| No one’s ever started something with me
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| That ever ended well
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| Whatever pilot or titan tried it
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| In the end they fell
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| Are you big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Reckon you’re big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Are you big enough?
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| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me?
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| Reckon you’re big enough?
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| Come and have a go, I’ll knock you off your feet |