Yeah, yeah come on You grew up on the street Must know the rules Games, fights, where your "I" Fight... Hurt your feelings, hit first Bring the offender to his knees Gather your nerves into a ball I've seen you're not bad in battle. Muscles of steel and the mind is not offended come on You're not some kind of major sucker, are you Who is humiliated by his own habits And you don't have bad friends. They won't leave you in trouble, and they'll ask for you. So let's hit the snout Gather all the anger into a fist and hit, hit, hit Before the rage in you cools down Bitch, bitch Kick your ass...