I’m not a bad man I just like to hurt people
And I only ever hurt people who have hurt me or mine
Or just have it coming to them
Never liked football so the hoolies were out
I always admired them from afar
Just straight up hate and pain
A wise man once said “Pain don’t hurt”
And in the right circumstance it doesn’t
The buzz just washes over you
And you feel nothing
Its like the best drug you can imagine
It’s a while later the after effects kick in
The come down from the ecstatic high
My hands are a network of white ugly scars
Broken knuckles, Teeth marks its all part of the fun
Somehow I have always managed to keep my nose in one piece
It’s always the first bit I go for
Nothing beats that crunch as you feel it flatten
Their eyes roll back and start to water
Catch them just right and it’s a free for all after that
Kick them in the balls
Knee them in the face
Elbows, back hands
Chops to the throat
Kick them while they are down
There is no such thing as dirty fighting
There is only fighting
And I always win
Never forget that
I always win
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