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I'm glad you think you're so big and tough
When your friends all surround you, you got enough
To mess up a kid who's got nothing against you.
For no other reason but to make you look cool.
It isn't easy to make me hate like this,
But you're a four-foot, cocky, little son-of-a-bitch.
And I wait for the day when it gets back to you.
When your friends are so stoned that they cannot help you now
