I've had enough Of all the stupid trends You kids can't stand on your own You're nothing without your friends You'll never go against The hardcore
rumble in the crowd A fight breaks out, someone starts clouting me, Call in the Army oooh Call in the Army Call in the Army oooh Call in the Army... The Park Lane punch
be swept? It's just so hard to believe there's a way out of here! FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN! FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN AND AGAIN! FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN! FACE THE
Presto o tardi, guarderai il passaggio delle nuvole, naso al vento inseguirai, i ricordi dietro te allora tu, tu vorrai capire cosa sei veramente
love you Sometimes it's you I can't stand Sometimes I wanna hug you Sometimes I wanna push you away Most times I wanna kiss you Other times punch you in the face
Skylark The Human Race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 Just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face on satellite TV Says, "Life is
Skylark The Human Race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 Just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face on satellite TV Says, "Life is filled
shit (you shit) Go tell i said suck my dick (my dick) Bring on over all your friends I`ll put it to an end In my face all the stories changing I`ll blow
a punch, yes a punch thats what i was packing Hit the fucking cunt so hard, hed already started bloodin' Before he hit the floor like a sack o' pototoes Face
Tulisa: Ha Ha Ha Ha Dappy: N-Dubz N-Dubz Na Na Naii Ha Ha Tulisa: Ha Ha Ha Ha Dappy: One Day I Had to Punch up This One Yute for Tryin Make a Fool of
la, la, la, la I love you so much I want to light you on fire Show you how hot you are I want you so bad I want to punch you In your face Hit you
S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch
pull the trigger, I let him see my face and then I send him [Hook:] I'm a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way Frown on my face, I'm holding
[Talking:] King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie [Z-Ro:] I greet the Father, on my knees With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation
ain't nobody else gone love me I think of myself, y'all don't think of me I'm all alone but guess what, that's alright Even though they use me for a punching
in Big bubble lenses, at the front of the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water
all your mercy's forsaken time to die Gotta kill them all, every nigga fin to fall when I kill them all Found them up in bombs, ywith stomach punches