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Mister Master Blaster
Put up shut up or knuckle under
Step up now and feel my thunder
You may think that I'm quite the clown
That all ends when I knock you down
They all call me the Master Blaster
Iron fists of fast disaster
A local legend some might say
More bumps and bruises on the way
I'll be standing tall while you're beneath
It's hard to speak with no front teeth
There won't be much left when I'm through
Just ask your brother he'll tell you
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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