Hilltop Hoods - Rumble, Young Man, Rumble lyrics
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!
