Next motherfucker's gonna get my metal

On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I want to grow up
I want to be a big rock and roll star
I want to grow up
I want to be
So no one fucks with me, yeah
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Want to go out, gotta get out to the playground
Want to throw down at the playground
I want to go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker
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"Lunchbox [Highschool Drop-Outs]" as written by Arthur Brown, Vincent Cheesman, Michael Finesilver, Robert Ker, Brian Warner, Scott Putesky

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