Matt Hamm3r - Fists Up. Bite Down.

Fists up, bite down
Don't give a fuck what you think
I'll light your ass up
Break your fuckin teeth
Then I'll break your fuckin knee
Don't need a strap,
To go one on one with me
Sit down, shut the fuck up
'Fore I kick you in the gut
There's nowhere you can run
I don't need a fuckin gun
I'll kick you, leave you spinnin round
you won't make a sound
Tie your ass up put you in the ground
Wipe your blood
all across my face
I'm a war dog
There won't be no case
So shut the fuck up
your life won't be the same
Get curb stomped
Break your fuckin face
Choke you with your lace
I'll get some fuckin mace
Leave no fuckin trace
Vision start to haze
Wanna die bitch?
Or should I leave your ass alive
You won't fight bitch
Or you won't leave tonight
I'll dive in
Leave you paralyzed
Oh you fightin?
(You wanna fuckin die)
No choppa, let the fists talk
I'm talkin bloody knuckles
You're not allowed to walk
Against me, all you do is struggle
Family in shock
There's no opps
Look down at your wrist watch
You're pissed off
Broken fuckin bones
Break you like Jon Jones
One sided
Crack your side in
I'm like lightnin
I'm not tryin
You're dogshit
You fuckin ain't it
You must hate this
Me, I'm faceless
If you survive
You'll have sore places
Fuck you bitch

Written by:
Matthew Martell Jr.

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