| So you thought that you were better than me?
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| I can no longer bite my tongue, bleed
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| I’m not one to run my mouth
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| When fists come to fists I’ll put you on the ground
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| I’ve had enough of your bullshit
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| Forget everything you thought you knew
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| I’m coming straight cut throat now, what you gonna do?
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| I’m forever and you think you won’t always be a failure
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| I’m not asking you, I’m telling you
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| Now what you gonna do?
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| Don’t bro me if you don’t know me
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| Don’t fucking bro me if you don’t know me
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| Fucking right
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| Ready or not, we are the new breed
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| We are the new scene
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| So tell me now? |
| Do you want it, yeah
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| Do you need it? |
| Yeah
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| Step up, step up
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| Or get the fuck out the way, punk
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| Where you running?
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| I don’t hear you talking now
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| It must be hard when there’s a fist in your mouth
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| Gotta get it, gotta take what I want
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| Don’t stand in my path
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| Or there’s gonna be a bloodbath
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| Don’t bro me if you don’t know me
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| Don’t fucking bro me if you don’t know me
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| Fucking right
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| Ready or not, we are the new breed
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| We are the new scene
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| So tell me now? |
| Do you want it, yeah
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| Do you need it? |
| Yeah
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| Step up, step up
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| Or get the fuck out the way, punk |