Battle

We goin to battle today , We goin to rattle the cage, Dismantlin anything in our way

World tour of justice glory in our wake Stampedin like cattle stompin through hay, Tall in the saddle, sittin above the fray, Do you think’ll be mad? or do you think you’ll be sad? or will your eyes cry tears cover your face, while you wipe em away raise the trophy high on the stage then we look for who’s next turnin the page but don’t sit there In a fiery rage You won’t take every battle sure not when we face to face cause we’ll take your face off like we’re Nicolas cage use that vx gas melts skin right off like the rock raise an eye brow as ya climb up to the top, rope and jump drop the peoples elbow then listen up as the ref counts three and I win guess what, I Put down you didn’t pick up. Now it’s my waist the champ belt wraps around like a mosquito on my arm now you’re just splat on the ground. A dead bug feet in the air listening to the crowd chant my name no one remembers second place they’ll forget your face I’ll be in the history books and you’ll be replaced some other name they made up when it’s written because they couldn’t remember who I trucked that day. Don’t step into My house if you ain’t ready to play stuff like this the norm so i forever reign the head ginger in charge King Gingers domain salute your host that Red Ronin ghost with the toast who will roast using the most deadly words on the page Lyrical miracle verbally murderin my way Past any opponent near my crazy train. Whoop ass win the day. You stink like piss could be your clothes or your story, swim in a pool full of kids that didn’t have any chlorine, and kept on swimmin like that blue fish dory, like a car with no brakes and a leadfoot flooring, right into a wall fiery crash gory, didn’t have what it takes you’re no longer scoring don’t bring happy days just rain clouds pourin and won’t be one of the greats immortalized in glory. Just a leftover, the rake it’s you, the blower, and the hoe in yard storage, Oliver hat in hand askin please sir more porridge, Homeless an gross begging on a corner, Happy as hell when someone throws a quarter, No more money couldn’t be any poorer, If your life was a movie it’s definitely a horror. If theres a silver lining for this story we cuttin cords get you all sordid dump your body in a dumpster with the other trash and then pour in, the gasoline light it up and burn it til mornin. Spinnin around don’t end up cold on the ground like some piece of trash that we found in a bad part of town littered and bitter only place your big is on Twitter where you look pretty good with all of the filters then you show at a party thinkin your a star but you’re ugly as fuck and you’re fat in your gruesome go jerk off alone can’t even get a twosome. When I started this track, told you it was war, but had to google your name to figure out who you are after I was through page 36. I still didn’t even have a hint me and Google both right u nothin I win. Goody Life, boom