| You got me so mad, I would jump through the buckler
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| Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle-er
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| Don’t give a fuck of her, can’t see, cut my eye
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| Lids wide open like the (wings of a butterfly)
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| I sing for my suffer I, dance round the ring of my?
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| Rings of sarcophagus when it’s crunch time but I won’t be undermined
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| Before I throw a punch line, talk about fucking line
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| High jab with another line now
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| Mouth guard it, but I still got my tongue in watch
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| Must speak so unrefined, about the quire, no sound of my name
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| No alumni, can’t tell by the way that I say alumni
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| The question with which I cut my lip, down leffants sing you lullabies
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| And machetes with them butter face
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| And I’m ready cause them bloody eyes
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| The window to your soul I pull, I’m bringing down the shutters, I
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| I’ve never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face
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| I’ve never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good
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| So tell me you might step bout the butter by me
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| And we can watch the whole world come home
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| Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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| And rumble, young man, rumble
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| Young man, rumble, young man rumble
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| Rumble!
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| You sing out the masses, each line of flashes
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| You swing down, the damage brings out the savage
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| The ring sound, the first round, the battle
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| The brim’s round, only this thing mind for madness
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| Call me on the road, call me on a job
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| Corner aligned, the? |
| finals stuck me from your throat
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| Vocal the peace, my blood boils the notion of peace
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| In such toil the face that notions defeat
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| Shrug off a glance which stands for one in advance
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| Succumb to the dance, romance, the blood on her hands
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| Wife is tryna throw the babies, rock us down from toe to toe
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| It ain’t for lack of trying, it’s that they try and won’t let go
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| It takes a particular touch, the way to deliver a punch
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| If the game isn’t vicious enough the retired and haters are giving it up
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| Let 'em come, let 'em fool round now
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| Said it once and went all round town
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| Get 'em done, get a dealer hung when I come
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| Betta run, betta haul all south
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| I’ve never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face
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| I’ve never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good
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| So tell me you might step bout the butter by me
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| And we can watch the whole world come home
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| Now just loosen your neck from side to side
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| And rumble, young man, rumble
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| Young man, rumble, young man rumble
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| Rumble! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rumble, Young Man, Rumble, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Walking Under Stars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп