Texty
Jersey, Turned Red my Bloody Nose
Crosschecked each time I score a goal
You're just a punk everyone knows
Think you're invincible
Bruised up, got two black eyes for you
Gen-Z little garbage is all you do
Keep chirpin' bud you're just a goon
Someone Auto Tune ya up
Eh, thinkin' you're a tough guy
Wanna friggin' scrum guy
Think you're such a stud guy
But won't drop your gloves guy
Oh, you're that type?
Always hack and slash type
Always talkin' trash type
But won't throw no hands type
Let's have a friggin' fight. Eh?
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Ay, I heard you were the worst player on your last team too
Your ankles get more ice time than your skate blades do
Bud, I've seen better hands on a digital clock
You're talkin' like you're first line when you're third line tops
Thinking you're a tough guy, wanna friggin scrum guy
Think you're such a stud guy
But wont drop your gloves guy
Oh you're that type?
Always hack and slash type
Always talking trash type
But won't throw no hands type
Let's have a friggin' fight
Eh?
{INSTRUMENTAL}
Eh
You think you're good bud?
But you're bad
The ref can't help ya now
Let's friggin' go
Oh, now you're scared of me?
Heh, I think it's time to flatten out your little weasel nose bud
Eh, Drop your gloves guy
Eh, Eh
Eh, Eh
Drop your gloves guy
Eh, Eh
Let's Friggin' Go
Writer(s): Shane Kimber
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