17 October 2012
Punch, Kick, Thrill of the race Better move fast you'll get one in the face, Adrenaline from inside Looking for that shot, Jab, jab, Hook, Pop, Patterns of moves just caught on the hop.
Winding and grinding around the room, Just can't stop, Don't want it to. The thrill of the ride, Kicking out hard, Clean cut, With Lightening speed.
The Clear force of my moves makes you fight harder,
Wanting to hurt me? Come on and get me my sole fighter You catch me a few times, It feels good, the pain its a fuel, My food, My source, Feeds my anger, I want more, your my bull, The red rag is waving Moving in close,
ducking down low,
No pain no gain.
My strength is your blow.
Grappling your wrists, Pulling you close, Striking your neck, Watching you choke,
Grabbing your head, My knee to your face,
Seems like I'm winning Your all over the place.
Don't stop now, I'm just getting started, My blood is pumping, Fired, yet cold hearted,
This fire this glory the thrill is immense, As I kick you to the floor
The power intense.
Fight Club • Opuss № I