The scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small. Outside the wind is punchin', there's no one to hear it. No one hears the bell ring except the one who comes to fear it. And they continue to brawl
one time your mind. Rhythm roll, two times control. The mauler and the caller of your doom. And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock. Then