The game starts out when you throw the ball
And everybody’s ready to play
The ball comes down and hits the ground
Someone catches it and runs away
The game begins while it chips the skin
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One’s behind his back
Running
Can I get away?
I am running
Rampage
The adrenaline throws from his head to toes
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Running like a man in pain
Maybe he scores, like I did before
When someones breathing down his neck
I know he could, and I believe you should
Don’t make a better mistake
One, two
One, two, three, four
Smear, the queer