15 rounds
• Written by OGofdaprojects1997
first round coming out strong
its 15 rounds the night is gonna be long
starting out with right jabs the way i left yo face is so wrong
time to go night night it lights out dont wake up till the crack of dawn
by the fifth round you barely breathing
seeing stars in the afternoon you must be daydreaming
multiple body shots he keeps eating
you would think hes full by the way im feeding
someone call the cops its a murder
call me Ike cuz im beating this bitch like Tina turner
round seven damn i dont think he can go any further
jaw is getting wired the words coming out murmur
im bringing heat and i dont even need a burner
tenth round looks like hes down
head hits the canvas like it was a concrete ground
i guess you finally figured out
that you cant bark at a dog you just came out the pound
1,2.1,2 looks like hes out for the count
look at him at tough no more
looks like im the bully now
this was your funeral as soon as you came stepping
trying to beat the devil and make your way into heaven
not knowing this was suicide call 9 11
we got a possible 187
somebody was trying to cut off the snakes head
but couldn't handle the venom
i was the wrong one to mess with you should've thought for a second
its the 13th round his feet are starting to buckle
punches hitting him so hard like brass knuckles
you're bout to drop the ball like a fumble
hes walking sideways he bout to stumble
im gonna have you lying (lion) here
having you look up at the king of the jungle
the last round dont worry your almost diminished
im just sad everybody got to witness
for you this match was your last and biggest
but for me it was just practice this is just a scrimmage
messed up yo face ruined yo entire image
thought your were winning
but i just had you on the ropes
just to give you a minute
to catch up with all this quickness
guess its time for the knockout punch
BOOM, Finish
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OGofdaprojects1997
Member since November 5 2018