Doesnt matter what you say about me
Because the clan will always back me up
Lie and slander surreptitiously
It just makes you sound like a whining pup
Do point your finger and make excuses
But in truth no one really does care
The guilty usually accuses
Tries to lay the blame on someone elsewhere
You might be a big guy in your wee town
A bully in faraway desert lands
But now your messing with the English crown
No need guessing what they do to brigands
You think that your special, got the stuff
But compared to the man, you ain't that tough
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