In the back of his mind, he could have been a prize fighterLike Muhammad Ali, or maybe Prince NaseemBut in school, he was preyed upon, right from the very startFor being way too petite, and a little light on his feet'Cause once he heard that Arnie was bullied at schoolBut just a few years later he became the TerminatorHe turned his mind to steak and weightsIt's time to get those bullies backIt's time to get those bullies right backLooking for some skinny kid, to break some bones
Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tightHe's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonightIn the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the playerThis is fight music for the fightThis is fight music for the fight
Now it's ten years on; the weights have taken their tollBecause he's dosed up on the steroids, and his plan's been deployedHe's turned from victim into the oppressorYes, he feels the satisfaction when he hears those backbones crackin'Every time he throws a fist, he feels he's getting them backFor every time those knobs flushed his head down a bogSo every night, you'll catch him on the door at the clubOut his head, his eyeballs poppingYes, you'll see them heads are knockingHe's looking for some skinny kid, to break some bones
Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tightHe's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonightIn the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the playerThis is fight music for the fightThis is fight music for the fight
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Looking in the mirror, and his t-shirt's feeling tightHe's praying to the God of War, because he wants a fight, tonightIn the background, you can hear the CD spinning in the playerThis is fight music for the fight
This is fight music for the fight
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