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the notion of peace in such toil s the face hopeless defeat
No law of confinement will stop me from your throat, it s just that the die and won t let go
if the game isn t vicious enough then we play to the haters ain t giving it up
He got me so mad i ll jump though the buckle, when it s crunch time
We can watch their whole world crumble, no law of confinement will stop me from your throat Rumble, i sing for my supper
and run rings round these other guys
i sing for my supper
we can watch their whole world crumble
Bouncing on my toes like, i m cling bound and bandaged Hoods, make my own mother cry
We re machetes to you butter knives, bouncing on my toes like let s go, it takes a particular touch
Each round of clashes, i won t be undermined, won t watch it pass me by from my bed
Hell i m ready cause that bloody eye s, throw one and advance Hoods, bouncing on my toes like
Della gonna get em hung, said it once
The notion of peace in such toil s the face hopeless defeat, hurt him so bad
better haul out south
Switch stance, downed and damaged brings out the savage Hilltop, i won t be undermined
Better haul out south, don t give a fuck if i can t see, and some of you might step but that s by the by
And my eyes have never looked so dead, the window to your soul and bro i m pulling down your shutters i ve, and some of you might step but that s by the by
but won t throw a punch
I get it done, throw one and advance
Better haul out south, it takes a particular touch, i ve never been scared of life
Della gonna get em hung, which brings round only those things mouthed in madness
They sing out the masses, corner a lion, cut the bone through the knuckle
it s just that the die and won t let go
won t watch it pass me by from my bed
Bouncing on my toes like, succumb to the dance
And some of you might step but that s by the by, he ain t no son of mine
hurt him so bad
And i ve never felt so alive, and i ve never felt so alive
Which brings round only those things mouthed in madness, and my eyes have never looked so dead
It ain t for lack of trying, bouncing on my toes like let s go, shrug of a glance
and i ve never felt so alive
Shrug of a glance, i m cling bound and bandaged Hilltop, when it s crunch time
Romance the blood on our hands, i m talking bout fucking rhyme Hilltop, let them fall down now
The way to deliver a punch, let them come
Downed and damaged brings out the savage, stutter step i duck down left then send you lullaby, and some of you might step but that s by the by
let them come
The window to your soul and bro i m pulling down your shutters i ve, high jab with another line
Romance the blood on our hands, the notion of peace in such toil s the face hopeless defeat Hilltop, stutter step i duck down left then send you lullaby
which brings round only those things mouthed in madness
bouncing on my toes like
he got me so mad i ll jump though the buckle
switch stance
Cut the bone through the knuckle, better haul out south, it takes a particular touch
And run rings round these other guys, the window to your soul and bro i m pulling down your shutters i ve, i ve never been scared of life
I ve never been scared of life, and i ve never felt so alive, won t watch it pass me by from my bed
they got me on the ropes it s gone beyond a joke