Ill as a hornet, swarming around
An angry young man is what I became
Your political correct world is incorrect I've found
The day that you got full of yourself, and now only you're to blame Push
Push me on off of the ledge
Not worried about a push coming down from above
I'm standing with my toes hanging over the edge
I'm ready for you
When push comes to shove Look in my hands it's not what it seems
Touch the fist that can shatter your dreams Touch my hands I been around touch the man
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