| What would happen if I punched you in the face
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| The hinging of your jaw undone as it breaks
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| Once you’re down, afraid you might get up, I will not lighten up
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| I’ll grab your throat, I will not let you go, and choke you till you feel no
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| more
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| I want to punch your face, forever (forever)
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| I want to smash you past the point that you’re dead (till you’re dead)
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| Your bones will chip and crack, your skin will split and snap
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| My hands sting, swinging while they’re chanting
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| Your bones will chip and crack, your skin will split and snap
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| My hands sting, swinging while they’re chanting
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| There’s no other way of stopping than to get on top of you
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| And swing until it’s gotten through
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| This isn’t how I wanted it, I don’t care who started it
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| This won’t settle our arguments
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| I want to punch your face, forever (forever)
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| I want to smash you past the point that you’re dead (till you’re dead)
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| I want to punch your face, forever (forever)
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| I want to free your mind by cracking your head (till you’re dead)
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| Dead in the streets, stopping away your pig-headed beliefs
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| I’ll leave you dead in the streets, stopping away your pig-headed beliefs
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| I’ll leave you dead in the streets, stopping away your pig-headed beliefs
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| I’ll leave you dead in the streets, stopping away your pig-headed beliefs |