| So you wanna come up on me
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| Chest out up on both feet
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| Puffed up, look down your nose
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| Attitude up on your tip toes
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| Hope you know how it’s gonna be
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| Blood and knuckles out in the street
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| Come at me like a drunk in a bar
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| You must like the taste of road tar
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| Woa the end of you
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| I will kick your ass you cryin' pussy
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| I will kick your ass you fuckin' sally girl
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| Run home cry to mama
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| Don’t come back here again
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| Go home and wash your skirt
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| And paint your nails and face like you’ve been
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| I can’t stand you
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| Can’t even look at you
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| Don’t wanna hear you cry
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| I just can’t deal with fragile little boys
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| I’d rather see you die
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| So you sneak up from behind
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| A cheap shot like I was blind
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| You better make it the shot of the year
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| And when I get up don’t you be here
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| There’s no place you can hide
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| So you better keep runnin'
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| Dress up like the girl you are
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| And hide out in the ladies stall |