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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