Well I've grown up in a ring of tangles Gonna make my move gonna use all the angles Somebody said you were a spitfire cat Burning love gonna put an end to that Wanna clean break, clean fight Shake my hand but you don't try anything rash Catch you with my long throw Take you by surprise Gonna get you with a forearm smash
Baby, forearm smash Baby, forearm smash
Seconds away gonna break your back If you don't wanna play then don't give me flak People spend money just to see you fall When you're out for the count They won't care no more, no more
I wanna clean fight baby so you'd better move over I'm a heavy weight killer with a featherlight mover It's a long time holding my arms around you I'm gonna fight dirty `cause I'm gonna get you Oh, he hit me, he cut me Pulling my hair, aiming below the belt It's a prize fight and I was right It's a grudge fight over woman that gives me hell
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