Lightworks Lyrics

Doom Lightworks

Jerks
Welcome to the octogon
Lay a player flat before the trainer felt his clock was
on
Keep your socks torn, it's a box-a-thon
With hard rock, Black, Rock & Ron's gone babazon

Curled up, beggin, layin on the canvas
Instead'a an ya ready, position like praying mantis
Scissors, hand this, grand fist sandwich
Stand switch, slammed on stitches which hands itch
Damn snitch
Any street corner
Could be the platform til he defeat gone and wonder
Watch ya mouth, jaw south paw, house floor
Doubt ya clout more, bout raw, out score, boa!
Off the leash like UFC
Off the beat, off ya feet like two lefties
FUB's, heffer please
Lost a few to stew beef, new referees
What a remarkable team, sold ya teeth

Wipe off slight smirks
The match was mapped out
Get jabbed and crap slapped out, tapped out
Either the lunch (???????) whole time
Munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme

The right hurts