Hilltop Hoods

Hilltop Hoods - Rumble, Young Man, Rumble

rate me

(Verse)

You got me so mad, I would jump through the buckler

Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle-er

Don't give a fuck of her, can't see, cut my eye

Lids wide open like the (wings of a butterfly)

I sing for my suffer I, dance round the ring of my ?

Rings of sarcophagus when it's crunch time but I won't be undermined

Before I throw a punch line, talk about fucking line

High jab with another line now

Mouth guard it, but I still got my tongue in watch

Must speak so unrefined, about the quire, no sound of my name

No alumni, can't tell by the way that I say alumni

The question with which I cut my lip, down leffants sing you lullabies

And machetes with them butter face

And I'm ready cause them bloody eyes

The window to your soul I pull, I'm bringing down the shutters, I

(Hook)

I've never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face

I've never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good

So tell me you might step bout the butter by me

And we can watch the whole world come home

Now just loosen your neck from side to side

And rumble, young man, rumble

Young man, rumble, young man rumble

Rumble!

(Verse 2)

You sing out the masses, each line of flashes

You swing down, the damage brings out the savage

The ring sound, the first round, the battle

The brim's round, only this thing mind for madness

Call me on the road, call me on a job

Corner aligned, the ? finals stuck me from your throat

Vocal the peace, my blood boils the notion of peace

In such toil the face that notions defeat

Shrug off a glance which stands for one in advance

Succumb to the dance, romance, the blood on her hands

Wife is tryna throw the babies, rock us down from toe to toe

It ain't for lack of trying, it's that they try and won't let go

It takes a particular touch, the way to deliver a punch

If the game isn't vicious enough the retired and haters are giving it up

Let 'em come, let 'em fool round now

Said it once and went all round town

Get 'em done, get a dealer hung when I come

Betta run, betta haul all south

(Hook)

I've never been scared of life, so wipe your fester smile from your face

I've never felt so alive, and my eyes will never look so good

So tell me you might step bout the butter by me

And we can watch the whole world come home

Now just loosen your neck from side to side

And rumble, young man, rumble

Young man, rumble, young man rumble

Rumble!

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