Verse
Look out, he’s crazy, he’s trying to kill ya,
Ajax is on the loose and you’re screwed if you stay here,
Hide your children, board up your home,
This guy is pissed and he’ll make it known,
He deserved the armor, not that punk Odysseus,
And he’ll kill any kid who dares to give him shit,
It’s pure rage, so step aside,
If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run and hide,
But he can be tricked, doesn’t have a quick wit,
Killin’ cattle, but not the throat he wanted to slit,
He won’t stop this shit ‘til the armor is his,
Ain’t got the respect that’ll check his fist,
Hope he’ll miss, ‘cause this kid’ll knock you out,
Strongest of the army and that’s without a doubt,
He killed the Trojans, lowered them to the ground,
So give him the armor, O-D must be found.
Chorus
It’s pure rage,
So don’t get in the way,
You cannot stay, here he comes,
That blood-thirsty muthafucka now,
It’s time to go,
Oh, you’ve got to know,
So run, run,
Come on now, run, here he comes.
Verse
A to the J to the A to the X,
Get in his way and you’re gonna be next,
It amazes me how crazy this shady Achaean can be,
When the only problem is disrespect in the end,
We know one thing, he’s a force and you’re not,
Turn around and run, you don’t got what he’s got,
Unless you’re gonna come up with a brilliant strategy,
Your fists aren’t gonna be enough to make him bleed,
So think for a second, a minute, an hour,
How can you stop a mad man with power?
Especially when it turns out you’re a coward,
I hope the tone of this song didn’t leave you sour,
He towers over every soldier, and leaves a stare that’s colder,
Trust me, you could not be bolder, not with his shoulder,
Realize you can’t do jack shit,
So run, run away and you won’t be clipped.
Chorus
It’s pure rage,
So don’t get in the way,
You cannot stay, here he comes,
That blood-thirsty muthafucka now,
It’s time to go,
Oh, you’ve got to know,
So run, run,
Come on now, run, here he comes.
Bridge
Ajax is on the loose,
So look out,
Here he comes,
You better step aside,
Look out now, it’s pure rage,
Look out now, it’s pure rage,
Look out now, it’s pure rage,
Look out now, it’s pure rage,
Look out!
Chorus
It’s pure rage,
So don’t get in the way,
You cannot stay, here he comes,
That blood-thirsty muthafucka now,
It’s time to go,
Oh, you’ve got to know,
So run, run,
Come on now, run, here he comes.
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