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Zorvex
223 posts
Peasant
Yo, if u wana wrestle,
I'll show you something special,
It's my rhymes and my beats,
That makes me win my meets,
It's not about strength, skill, or appearance,
It's just about the fact,
That you got clearance!
To go against the best,
With a small risk of death,
No chance, of survival,
All you got is a bible.
You better start prayin,
And you better start fast,
Cuz once that bell rings,
You aint gonna last!
I'll do a double leg,
And put chu on your back,
The next thing you know,
You'll be out with a SMACK.
The ref. ends the fight,
All the pain is resolved,
He raises my hand,
And makes the big call.
I am the victor,
And you are the scrub,
Maybe next time,
You should try to love.
The mat that your mouth,
Is so commonly met with,
I'll make you kiss it,
Every time youâre elected.
To fight someone,
You have no chance of beating,
I'll bump you right back,
To JV you weakling.
