Touchdown

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Clay Thomas Gifford

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I never been so confident, competition lopsided
If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent
I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile
They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile
Run it, run it
I'm the quarterback
If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past
Maybe punt it or something
My passes pouring down
It's getting sorta nasty
Becoming automatic
They got too many bad habits, and I wreak way to much havoc
No wonder we're clashing
You birds, and I'm magic, it's tragic, the fact is, I've had it
I've had it up to here with your blabbing
I didn't stutter, but I think you lagging
Only way I talk to you to find out where the trash is
I gotta find some fuel to burn if I'm a really blast off
I can't crash, I didn't get a masters like my dad did
Life some bull-shit, I got one hand on the saddle
Never rattled, I been taught to handle cattle
I don't panic when I'm riding into battle
It's my advantage, you don't wanna make me, slam the paddle
I don't dabble in anything, I own it
We're taking over by Twenty-Six, you know it
I only got one shot at this, not blowing it
They all tell me to tone it down, but none of 'em voters
They don't know how this works, but I'm fixing to show 'em
I never been so confident, competition lopsided
If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent
I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile
They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile
Run it, run it
I'm the quarterback
If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past
Maybe punt it or something
My passes pouring down
It's getting sorta nasty
Becoming automatic
I don't know how to tell you buddy, but we're not buddies
Come within a football field of me, and end up bloody
You'd be lucky if a broken neck was all you suffered
Maybe though, at least then, you'd take your mouth and shut it
It's so funny how you all act puzzled, like you loved me
You all made me want to kill myself, you're not my brothers
Maybe 'cuz you said to kill yourself?
You never shut up
What'd you think when Justin killed himself?
You didn't shut up!
F*ck you!
I lowered my walls, I loved you
You threw away all of it
F*ck you
I'm ready to call this shit, Touchdown
I'm rising in prominence, I'm up now
Headed towards dominance, you mundane, abominable garbage
I'm unchained, unstoppable, pardon me
I guess I never felt this good before
I never been so confident, competition lopsided
If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent
I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile
They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile
Run it, run it
I'm the quarterback
If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past
Maybe punt it or something
My passes pouring down
It's getting sorta nasty
Becoming automatic

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