Ill as a hornet, swarming around

Your political correct world is incorrect I've found

An angry young man is what I became

The day that you got full of yourself, and now only you're to blame



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Push

Push me on off of the ledge

I'm standing with my toes hanging over the edge

Not worried about a push coming down from above

I'm ready for you

When push comes to shove



Look in my hands it's not what it seems

Touch my hands I been around touch the man

Touch the fist that can shatter your dreams



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