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Pitbull Clown

I'm a Pitbull Clown, so you know what I bring/
To the stage every time I perform with a string/
My guitar work is flawless, my bass drum is lawless/
I never second guess so my vocals are noisy/
I have animal instincts and a clown attitude/
My music is wicked, so they call it Devil food/
Longitude or latitude, I rock shows/
Magnitude a thousand, so I rock globes/
Put me up against the best and watch who the fans choose/
I'll gamble on myself, this is not a fan duel/
I do what I say, and say what I want/
It's a freedom is speech, so my foes I taunt/
I'm the chosen one, the best, it just comes as a gift/
These metal heads are pressed, so I give them a lift/
I work the graveyard shift to give people what the want/
Making The Death of My Soul on YouTube was easy/
Making You can't Punk My Metal on YouTube was cake/
And since I succeed, everybody mad at me/
A Pitbull Clown and I play both sides/
You don't wanna see neither, like the tale of Jekyll Hyde/
Jekyll Jekyll Hyde, Jekyll Hyde, Hyde Jekyll/
A Pitbull Clown and they label me a rebel/
Can't Punk This Game my music on YouTube rebellious/
Red alert, Red alert, Ring the alarm/
Armed with my vocals and I come to play/
All the politics, I stiff arm, so get out of the way/
They don't want me to shine, so I turn the night to day/
With this little light of mine and I'm on fire/
Burning up the air waves they want me to retire/
In a rocking chair with a pipe in my mouth/
But when my days are done, I'm hiring a scout/
To carry on my legacy, finish what I started/
And put these other dudes in check/
Competition only come around every so often/
So I won't stop till I put the game in a coffin/
I stay on the grind, I get better with time/
The longer I'm here, I get better like wine/
I keep working hard, because I want what's mine/
A Pitbull Clown, so I'm pushing the line/

Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024

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