Viza - Sparring lyrics
[Viza - Sparring lyrics]
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze
Take this gift of potpourri and shove
It far up your arse
Put ‘em up! put ‘em up!
Throw ‘em up! Throw ‘em up!
Shut ‘em up! Shut ‘em up!
Who’s this weakling who’s always acting?
Shakespeare please, s me
I wish to spar who’d like to spar?
I love to spar, outside the bar
Who’s this weakling who’s barely breathing?
Shakespeare drinks to me
Broken bottles to broken knees
Eat your chicks and not your peas
My best friend the amputee has a
Fine gold belt in sparring
Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze
Take this gift of potpourri and shove
It far up your arse
Step up to me, let's go outside
Leave your fears and soul behind
Don't fear the love that you had
The same old story has drove me mad
Don't hold a grudge, let out the rage
Let's turn the book on the proper page
I couldn't stand the look you had so
Let's solve this problem man to man
Man to man man to man man to man
Who’s this weakling, Fuck this Pip-Squeak
Shakespeare please, s me
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