Pitbull Martial Arts
The roughest, toughest to ever enter the Octagon/
Beating the competition to a pulp, is what I be on/
I do not cut slack, my combinations are vicious/
They hit you back to back, the impact is stupendous/
Your blood is delicious, the smell is metallic/
Stepping in the ring with me, it will get drastic/
I finesse, I brawl, however they want it/
I stand on the level of a bully pulpit/
Everything I do is nice, I'm way too legit/
I'm banging and I keep banging till you split/
You're not even ready, you're not even steady/
I can beat you to submission, but I like to get messy/
You can get chewed up, and screwed up/
The impact when it kick is like a million upper cuts/
It comes to me too easy so I don't even brag/
But when you're going against me, just wave the white flag/
Kick punch kick punch pitbull repetition/
I put the game in a choke hold, it's my submission/
I'm the world champion, I don't have to say/
Welcome to the Octagon of the Pitbull MMA/
I'm the baddest man alive and the best to ever do it/
I do not play no games, I just get straight to it/
I dominate every stage, every single round/
So everytime I enter the booth, it's going down/
Me against whoever, I win every time/
It's not even fair, that's why the crown is mine/
When I'm done with you, they'll call you a ghost/
I'm super paranormal you should call me coast to coast/
This is the king post, and I am the host/
They say that I'm horrible, but so adorable/
A dangerous match up, you do not want trouble/
I'll hit you one time and have you seeing double/
Punch kick kick punch kick punch kick/
Send one to his temple, now it's over with/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024
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