Like a Bull.

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You walk around here,

Thinking I am inferior,

But I have news for you,

I am the superior.

You seem to have no limits,

With your foot you crush everything,

Without realising,

I'm capable of anything.

You take pushing my buttons,

To a new extreme,

So I am warning you now,

Don't make me your enemy.

One of these days,

To you I'll see red,

And like a bull in a china shop,

I'll leave nothing left.

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