Correction Lyrics O’Chunks, Warrior by Man on the Internet

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Rainin' on ya like a thunderstorm!
O' Chunks! I came for war!
Little toddler men get thrown around
Get ground pounded, ye're goin' down
Eat yer meat, build up that hamage
Then ye might get to do some damage
'Stead a waxin' yer bonny stache!
Yer a goner, lad, I'm gonna kick yer-

I'm muscled up, brawn over brains
Don't need to think ta bring the pain!
Step up to me and you get punch-drunk!
Step to me and get chunked!
I'm muscled up, brawn over brains
Don't need to think ta bring the pain!
Step up to me and you get punch-drunk!
Step to me and get chunked!

GRA-GOOGLY, I'm gonna chuk ye so hard
Ye'll have a twitch!

After that verse, yer still facin' me?
I am the door that don't take yer key!
Know that ye will not survive!
Yer goin' to get pile drived!
Now pause a while and watch me flex
And bounce yer coins right between me pecs!
You need a beefy enforcer?
Yer lookin' fot O'Chunks, of course!

Chuckin' really takes the breath out of ye...
Okay! Back to it!

Yer steppin' up fer a final round?
Well, Im the king of this playground!
You'll never get to climb this mount!
I stand here, three chers for the count!
Raise yer chuks into the air!
The man 'o men is debonair!
Count Bleck comes ta seal your doom!
That's the guy who says... uh... woo!

I've been outgunned... outmanned... Outchuked and outplanned!
The count will strangle me with me own chin hairs...
MARIA!
I went easy on you on account of your wee little stature!
We're callin' it a tie!
Now if you'll excuse me...
I need a throat lozenge...

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