| I don’t walk around picking fights
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| But it’s true, I love to engage if the shit ignites
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| I’ll be the first one to admit: the light’s boring
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| A little warrin' definitely excites it
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| Growing up, they kept showing up, the feisty
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| Trouble kept finding me, reminding me I liked it
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| I got geeked when somebody said fuck me
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| And I was born with the face for this, so I’m lucky
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| Nobody likes it, they wanna deck it
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| Something about it invites it every second
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| It pisses people off, enrages
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| To the point we end up in the joint, in cages
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| It’s cool to let some slide, but have some pride
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| Or you’re just a little bitch, open up wide
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| So if you shove me, I’ma sock you
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| And socking me is how you get shot, boom
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| Poke me with a toothpick, I stab you with a pencil, dumb dick
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| Stab me with a pencil, I stab you with a drumstick
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| Stab me with a drumstick, and to hell we gonna grow
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| I’ma stab that ass with a telephone pole
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| And I’m hitting up Hoodoo, a voodoo guru
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| People wheeled in a nut, you getting a boo boo
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| Stretched out, dead of night, your mama going boo hoo
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| Putrid, skinny, and white, Grim Reaper doo doo
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| Beat me with a ruler, I’ll beat you a cue stick
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| Beat me with one, I’m beating with two, fuck you
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| Beat me with two, I’ll beat you with a tree trunk (Whack)
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| ICP, punk (Fight back!)
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| We good. |
| I don’t start beef
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| I only pick it out of my teeth
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| I don’t fuck with soldiers, I want the chief
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| Fuck the centipede legs, I want the head of the bee
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| Hit me with a BB gun, I’ll 22 ya
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| 22 me, silly, my 9-milli pluggin' through ya
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| 9-milli me, I’ll blow ya' with that 44
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| Stick me with them, a 357 is shreadin' all that’s in your head
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| If you a bitch, it won’t leave your ass alone
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| And you feel it in your bones
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| And you’re wandering through the bitch-ass (Fight back!)
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| Another life is what you need
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| A bitch’s blood is what you be
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| You headed nowhere with yourself in the lead (Fight back!)
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| Nothing good is what you do
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| Time is ugly for you, new
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| Opportunities to brew because of you (Fight back!)
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| You are runnin' out of air
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| You’re just fuckin' sitting there
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| You don’t even fucking care, get out of there (Fight back!)
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| Hate every bit of your life
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| Wanna cut it with a knife
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| To wanna trigger suck on a rifle (Fight back!)
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| You’re better than a pig
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| Weak and skinny, like a twig
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| The opposite of the shit, nobody digs you (Fight back!)
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| Hated your job from the start
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| Sluts always breakin' your heart
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| All day long of every day, it’s the worst part (Fight back!)
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| The bitch in the mirror
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| A faggot, not ‘cause you’re queer
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| Everywhere you go sucks, could you help me? |
| (Fight back!)
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| Help me
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| Help me
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| Help me
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| Help me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Face 4 Fighting , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Flip the Rat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп