Fitnessbeat - Mortal combat lyrics

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Fitnessbeat - Mortal combat lyrics

[Introduction] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen Here's a heavyweight on the comeback trail Five tales in a row, gunning for a title belt Wearing white, brown, with red stripes Weighing two hundred and ten, and one-half pounds [Verse One: Danimal Lector] Don't judge me, you don't know me, bro Approach me slow, okey doke, I'm the Holy Ghost I just choked the Pope with his rosary beads 'til he slowly broke You phony joke, I'm totally dope, no phony hoax I got this, close your nose, I'm toxic Flows and hoes get dropped quick Locksmith, heavy metal, deadly rebel, Gods gift The problem is, well, I say God don't exist I made it this far with just blood, sweat and tears Long time coming, man, twenty seven years The only thing I fear: my son having to see me fail It'll never happen, if it does, well I'll be needing bail Cause I'mma go out with a bang, f** CD sales Can you read in between the lines or will you be needing braille? I got that delivery, boy, but I ain't leaving mail Naw, yo, I'm Pablo Pica**o with a hot flow I rock shows, you soft-shell tacos This cheddar is not yo's Get it? Danny savage, I'm macho [Hook: Danimal Lector (Chino XL)] Aww sh**, you're stepping in the ring with the king And I came to do one thing - win so Let the battle begin, bro, I been dope You don't stand a chance, I'm a skitzo (Lector just tagged Chino XL in, yo) [Verse Two: Chino XL] The violent-est rhyme violinist Witness the wildest thing with prescribed and unravel rival suicidal fitness By my psychiatrist I'm described as a psychotic Primal model study person and patient of extreme interest Chino is ma**ive Like a 1969 speeding GTO Judge with blood dripping from the caskets Don't get burnt to ashes The Earth's axis is easily shifted by my beastily slurred word madness Your crew will need a war warranty The news report will read that fifteen people got shot and wounded mortally I murder normally, your goons get exhumed and harpooned horribly By the dude that f**ed an entire new sorority My tunes are not tools of conformity My speech is a freakish deformity removing rap falsities Verbal atrocities, perverse supposedly My evil cerebral is palsy possibly, applaud for me [Hook] [Outro] Mwahahahaha Flawless victory

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