Fighter

I'm coming up strong in this rap show I'm about to show you I'm hitting harder than rocky balboa.

See im a caged fighter I'm a remix of the old school rap writer and no ones got the balls to beef with my super synthesizer.

I'm here to battle and cypher each blow I throw will excite ya cause my quick hands are full of lyrical verses and curses.

In the first round I'm going all the way to the final round dropping bombs with a violent sound.

You wanna fight me well you can bite me later I'm a coat you in my dick gravy call you dick smashed taters plate you up with all my player haters.

See I can hit you so hard the whole rap nation can hear it and the rest of your generation will fear it leave your fucking ass with a broken spirit.

I'm about to slit your lyrical limp wrist what you know about this fucking business I'm about to show you what the the fuck and who dope is and when I'm finished you'll wonder who the fuck wrote this.

I'm a schizophrenic psychopath on a warpath all that's gonna be left is ash in this aftermath.

I got more hooks than a blonde gets looks don't try to bite me me cause I'll know just which verse you took and I'm a sell more copies than a porno book.

I got an uppercut for your mouth buttercup and this ain't gonna be a no hood rat rap stickup just lay your money down I'm here to pick up.

Some people say that I never give up that's cause I keep on Rollin hard like a semi truck and if you wanna run your mouth I don't give a fuck.

I'm a George Forman grilling bitches in this land of hip hop and I'm about to close down your rap chop shop.

I got you reeling and weaving and my lines are lyrically deceiving knock the wind out your ass till your barely breathing.

I got right jab that will leave you feeling like you took an acid tab so you better adapt to the untapped lessons I'm bringing from my mad scientists lab.

Yeah I'm a fighter an all nighter a murderous freestyler going straight for the jugular and I'm ready for my next fight challenger.

This rap shit is my superman elixir I'm a take it with me like a Jesus scripture make you a permanent fixture in this concrete mixture.

I'm an alligator hunter on an alligator ranch you suffer from sucking up to much of this California ranch you's a dead bird hanging from a branch you never stood a half mother fucking chance.

So hit the bricks and just bounce you can't afford even half an ounce of this aggression cause fighting is my chosen proffesion you gonna need a physician to write you a recovery prescription.

I'll shatter your ambition when I reload with hollow point rap ammunition your leaving in a body bag someone call in a mortician a technician won't be able to fix your beat up condition.

Cause I can flow like a butterfly sting like a bee dance around you like Mohamed Ali here comes another flurry another volley I hear your funeral march it sounds so melancholy.

I got a rhyme so unholy that it's ungodly you'll regret the day you ever chose to battle me.

I'll cut your head off with a rusty machete leave you a lyrical amputee smile in the blood of this brutality tell you what I'll even sing at your eulogy.

See I'm a fighter gonna fight till I die never gonna give up if I get a black eye and I'm a end this with you in a Columbian neck tie.

Hell yeah I'm a fighter so throw your middle fingers up if you wanna here this new fighters next cypher.