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Artwork by Kebo
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lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's a knock out, bars slammin' like lockdown/
Compound, you are now involved wi' the wrong crowd/
Do you really wanna walk across the war ground?/
Frost bound battle zone, particle fallout/
Hear the apocalyptic horn sound/
Storm clouds circle the sky, you're wi' the Gods now/
Feel your jaw bounce, caused by the strong clout/
Brought down, even the referees have lost count/
Call me Morpheus, constantly stop rounds/
Body bagged, toss in the rag, you're all soft clowns/
I am many pennies wiser, should opt out/
Baws n your confidence drop to nought but all doubt/
Spittin small talk, this is tall shout/
Yob, lout, whatever you want f'the horse mouth/
You'll all drown in the reservoir dog house/
Blunt force trauma, when I whip the cosh out/
[Hook]
Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2
[Verse 2]
Packin' the punch lines, standin' the front line/
I turn mics to food for fuckin' dust mites/
Crunch time, it's a must that I bust rhymes/
Rough styles overflow like a burst pipe/
Luck's blind wi' hate at first sight/
So my third eye's open, focussed full-time/
Spoke in tongues while the Roman church chimed/
Had the Holy Ghost forced to bite the curb side/
Like a blunt slide, grindin' on an axis/
Never 50-50 when I take a chance it's/
Flip tricks, pivot to switchblade romantics/
You'll get fisted, kiss you with a malkie/
Daftie, Glasgow rap the hard way/
My tracks made to hi-jack your heart rate/
Palpitations, cardiac patients/
Laid to rest in intensive care basements/
[Hook]
Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2
[Verse 3]
Balancing fate, I'm the magistrate/
Hate to inform, but the odds stacked against/
Jags await, syringes, hazardous waste/
Contaminatin' your anatomy wi' varicose veins/
Manic insane, brain patterns rapidly change/
if you happen to rattle the the rap animal cage/
Battle'll wage, take a slap in the face/
retarded n gay, you can't hack, handle the pace, I'm swayin'/
Haymakers at heavyweight players/
Haters, fakers, get the fuck up out my face cunts/
Or wake up with a new pacemaker/
Chained to a defibrillator/
Call me the shockwave, droppin' raw flames like a flambé/
Molotov cocktail scorchin' your North Face/
Feel the South paw pound till your jaw breaks/
Raw pain stormin' the gate, nonchalantly/
[Hook]
Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2