Rumble, Young Man, Rumble Hilltop Hoods (Ft. Dan Sultan)

[Verse 1: Suffa]
He got me so mad; I’ll jump though the buckle, I’ll
Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle, I
Don’t give a fuck if I can’t see, cut my eye
Lids wide open like the wings of a butterfly
I sing for my supper, I
Dance ‘round the ring, and run rings ‘round these other guys
When it’s crunch time, I won’t be undermined
But won’t throw a punch, I’m talking ‘bout fucking rhyme
High jab with another line
Mouth guard in but I still got my tongue in my cheek
My speech so unrefined, make my own mother cry
He ain’t no son of mine
Ain’t no alumni, and you can tell by the way I say alumni
Suffa crush ya, stutter step I duck down left then send you lullaby
We’re machetes to you butter knives, hell I’m ready ‘cause that bloody eye’s
The window to your soul and bro I’m pulling down your shutters I’ve

[Chorus: Dan Sultan]
I’ve never been scared of life
Won’t watch it pass me by from my bed
And I’ve never felt so alive
And my eyes have never looked so dead
And some of you might step but that’s by the by
Man, we can watch their whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
Then rumble, young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
Young man, rumble