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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,712
Peak in subgenre #207
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
November 10, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Lyrics
I leave em, shook from tha beginning, and shook till the end//
It even, looks like he’ll be winning, till I hook in tha win//
He, grabz for tha ropez, just to lift his ass up//
While I, jab to hiz throat, someone pick him back up//
I done taped up all my knucklez, and sparred wit paved cement//
Ladies gentz, and children, letz start the main event//
Itz hard but it payz tha rent, & itz worth all tha pain thatz felt//
Not only tha money made, rather when I obtain tha belt//
Adrenalin rushin thru me, heart poundin from skippin rope//
Haymaker makez tha KO, or my opponent iz gettin choked//
Ko takes him to tha matrix, brain damage is sure to set//
Cheek bleedin, hiz teamz Screamin “damn is he hurtin yet?”//
Some sell, some steal , all tryna Cop that scrilla//
But hell, I make dealz, cuz im a Contract killa//
I rain pain on tha face of tha dud that I watse//
& drink gatoraid to chase, tha blood that I taste//
Every hookz a challenge, every jabz a gut check//
Go head & look for damage, have you had enuff yet?//
Im blastin at ya ribbz, & I aim for ya weak spot//
While ya fightin for ya kiddz, im takin a cheap shot//
Itz a battle in this ring, who ever winz this is champ//
So don’t take it personal, this is just business man//
Ive been peltin ya so much, that i made ya earz to swell//
Cornerz telling ya, “go, punch”, but you’ve pray to hear tha bell//
Noone darez ta even fight me, they chant “tha cat iz ruthless”//
Tha last man bit hiz knucklez, and now that man iz toothless//
We could check hiz recordz, or view his last match//
Yo if your tha next to test me, you’ll lose and that’s a fact//
Im lookin to give a black eye, to whoeverz talkin bout me//
Yeah a hook in tha ribbz to that guy, & he’ll spit out hiz mouth piece//
I left a path of bodiez behind me, Im tha heavy weight champ//
Catz wish that they could sign me, they try, but they cant//
I leave em broken and scarred for life, eye black & lip fat//
I keep jokin & parkin hiz wife, titz huge and big ass//
Thatz what happenz in a battle, when you text me//
They say U Fuckin Crazy, im hip hopz UFC//
Itz kill or be killed, knock out or be flattened//
I spill then he spillz, we shout then keep scrappin//
Wit a head full of stitchez, catz rockin a halo//
Still a room fulla bicthez, ass poppin ta j-lo//
Either way it goez, you’ll leave tha room battered//
Go roundz wit joker Joe, leave tha ring or room shattered//
I got a tat on my face, but my name aint ty-son//
Fuck what tha haterz say, my game iz tight son//
Ima send ya to tha matrix, tell Neo whatz up?//
Yo I aint signin shyt, no deal, this chump suckz//
I want a battle wit a champion, someone give me a title shot//
Whether ya wanna fight or not, ima leave ya vitalz stopped//
When ya swingin, watch my hipz, keep ya eyez on my waist//
Cuz after I break ya ribbz, ima smash tha side of ya face//
But I gotta say, this wuz a nice round in tonight’s bout//
And now ya gotta pray, cuz right now, its lights out//
