You what?
You what?
I don't like to lose my temper but they give you no choice
It's like they were born irritating, even the sound of their voice
Is dedicated to testing the patience of the most saintly type, elevated
So when they are faced with us that are basic
Are we supposed to be able to take it? I can't, can you?
No? Well then, here's what you tell them: Don't piss me off!
It's the tone of a pompous git when he's on your shit
And he just make you wanna spit
But instead you bite your top like and feel like a dickhead
'Cause this ain't the time of place for a punch in the face
But you just wanna humble a mug
Move peaceful with abundance of love
But you're not a prick and he muddled you up
Taking him out with a straight to the mouth
Sometimes that's all they understand
Taking him out and then straighten him out
So he realises he won't ever shout in the face of a grown ass man again
Are you a little boy and you're only 10?
Like if you need to you won't defend?
Must've confused you with him and his friend
But when you blow your gasket shit gets drastic
You're not elastic snap like a matchstick and you will slap pricks, yeah
Hype as an Irish man on St. Patrick's
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what, you what, you what
Don't piss me off
I don't like to lose my temper and it don't happen that often
Sometime somebody wanna be a problem
And nothing else will stop them
Other than knowing that physical conflict ain't off the roster
Box an imposter
This ain't life or death, this ain't my family under a threat
It's just a day when a little mug gets
Out of his pram 'cause he don't recollect
How it could get when the left hook checks
That same mouth that spouted the mess
You ain't on road, you don't need to body no-one
Unless they trouble your mum
Fuck doing life, over little backchat
That's what the elbow's for to attack that
I ain't gonna lie, when I was a younger
Shit, something in an Avirex in the summer
I got lucky lotta man doing bird, wanking no access to a bird
Over he said she said, what have you heard?
My ends, your ends, shit is absurd
So here's to an old school punch up, come and have a dust up
We should be teaching the youngers
You ain't on road, you don't need to body no-one
Ynless they trouble your mum
We are not dumb, we know how fools are become
Everyone on a knife and a gun
But we all seen too many man doing life, 50 in a cell
Over the hype so let's get old school
Let's just fight, put up your fists and tell 'em like this!
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what, you what, you what
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
Don't piss me off
You what, you what, you what, you what
Don't piss me off
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