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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? {INSTRUMENTAL} 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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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