Lyrics

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[Intro: Spoken, tough, like a guy in a Bah talking smack]
"Ayo, ya evah been to Massachusetts?"
"Nah? Well… BUCKLE UP, KID."

{Drum roll, bagpipes fade in… then BOOM! Guitar KICKS IN hard.}


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[Verse 1: Rapped, fast, aggressive, townie energy]

{Drums & bass drive beat, guitar muted but building}
Threw da tea in da hahbah, then we threw back some beah!
We been scrappin’ since da staht, ain’t no cowahds ‘round heah!
Tell ya mothah and ya brothah, tell da whole damn place,
If ya ain't from Mass, bettah stay outta my space!


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[Pre-Chorus: SHOUTED, gang vocals, fists in da air]

{Guitar opens up, fiddle kicks in hard, full-band stomp}
OHHH—MOVE YA CAH, KID, dis ain’t a pahkin’ lot!
I got Dunkies in my left hand, middle fingah to da cops!
Red Sox hat, wicked tat, I was born an’ raised, got a Fenway soul!
If ya don’t like how I’m talkin’—YA CAN KISS MY MASSHOLE!


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[Chorus: Big, drunken singalong, Irish pub-style]

🎶 WICKED PISSAH! Raise a glass!
Boston strong, we kick some ass!
No one does it quite like us,
Massachusetts—LOUD AND TOUGH! 🎶


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[Verse 2: Rapped, even more aggressive, like a fight’s about to staht]

{Drums tighten up, bass gets heavier, guitar muted again}
From Southie to da Berkshires, from da Pike to da Cape,
We don’t hesitate—nah, we DOM-IN-ATE!
I got a lawn chaih holdin’ my pahkin’ spot,
An’ ya bettah not move it, or ya gonna get GOT!


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[Instrumental Break: Bagpipes, Fiddle, Guitar Solo]

{Bagpipes scream in, fiddle rips a solo, guitar crunches hard}
{Crowd chantin’ “EY! EY! EY!” like a Sox game}


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[Pre-Chorus: SHOUTED again, even rowdier]

OHHH—MOVE YA CAH, KID, dis ain’t a pahkin’ lot!
I got Dunkies in my left hand, middle fingah to da cops!
Red Sox hat, wicked tat, I was born an’ raised, got a Fenway soul!
If ya don’t like how I’m talkin’—YA CAN KISS MY MASSHOLE!


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[Chorus x2: Bigger, louder, full-on Masshole energy]

🎶 WICKED PISSAH! Raise a glass!
Boston strong, we kick some ass!
No one does it quite like us,
Massachusetts—LOUD AND TOUGH! 🎶


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[Bridge: Slower, but still tough, like a half-drunk Bostonian explainin’ hist’ry at a bah]

🎶 Worcestah to da Vineyard, we’re loud an’ we’re proud!
New Bedford, Quincy, no outta-townahs allowed!
One hand on da wheel, othah one flippin’ ya off!
"Welcome to Mass, kid—ya bettah BUCKLE UP!" 🎶


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[Final Chorus: Absolute chaos, crowd yellin', fiddles goin’ nuts]

🎶 WICKED PISSAH! Raise a glass!
Boston strong, we kick some ass!
We don’t take shit, we don’t back down,
WE RUN THIS STATE—NOW PASS THAT CROWN! 🎶


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[Outro: Fiddle fades out, guitar sustain, crowd noise like a Sox game]

{Distant voice yells: "AYO MOVE YA FIN' CAH!"}*
{One last drum hit—END.}


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