Barenaked Ladies

Barenaked Ladies - Make My Heart Fly lyrics

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

We've had enough, of the what you coulda

The what you woulda, the what you shoulda done

To avoid the unbeatable, dodge the undefeatable two

We've had enough

[Verse One: Bubba Ray]

(Oh testify!) And we're prepared for war

Prepared for the toe to toe, so let's go

Prepared for the head to head, nuff said

We about to put these lil' punks to bed

One slap, kick-ass, {bitch} slap, four

These little punks ain't ready for war

These little {bitches} ain't ready to ride

And there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Lights out, one tag, two tags, kaboom!

Let 'em feel the pain, don't count 'em out too soon

Let 'em hit the mat then pick 'em up on two

Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through

Over, done, body count tally

Last call move on 3-D finale

Told you all we comin, to settle the score

The talkin ends now, it's time for war

[Chorus] - 1/2

We've had enough

[Verse Two: D-Von]

(We can do this) Best say no more

We came here to settle the score, so let's go

Tonight all debts will be paid in full

All debts collected, wrong corrected

It's been enough talk, it's been enough threats

About which two man team is the best

So listen now, see us here now

Don't care who you are, you're all goin down

I'm fed up to here, don't doubt the will

Gonna do the job, gonna go for the kill

Drive to survive, best say goodbye

Hardcore rules apply (ha-ha ha ha)

So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon do you hear us?

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon are you with us?

Hands in the air if you feel us c'mon

Hands in the air if you feel us c'mon!

[Breakdown]

Uh, uh, what, uh

Uh.. what

[Verse Three]

Catch me any part of town, bling to the navel

Honies got they eye on the cable

I step like I walk like I don't care

I might screwface your whole place, I have no fear (uh)

I live amongst wolves, set up shop in the den

I'll never lose my jewels and have to cop it again

They don't know the hell I've seen

Where I've been, they'll never try me again

Louder than {ha ha}, twice as tough

And like New York City we ain't never givin up

A God given package, asked all women

Hard like steel, tougher than denim

There's no limit, to how I live it

No amount of pressure, can test my will

We're here to clean house, king of the hill!

[Verse Four]

All these other wrestlers think they can be like us

Tryin to take us down, with just one punch

Now they wonder why me and Bubba blowed 'em out

Next time, grown folks talkin (c'mon) close your mouth

Now you're lookin like New Jack, flabby and sick

Tryin to player hate on our {shit}, yo

[Chorus]

We've had enough

[Bubba] D-Von!

[D-Von] What?!

[Bubba] Get the tables!

[D-Von] Ha!

We've had enough

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