Jay-Sin - Fight To The d**h lyrics

[Grim] Bring it on, I'm looking for someone to beat up on An evil spawn from a k**er back from Vietnam Shut the f** up for a minute and let me record I sh** all over rap cats like European p**n You be at war, start fleeing off From my fist to your face come together like the Beetles song Cats are CB4 I'm a one percent on a level, y'all ain't even close to being on My team'll swarm on all you to get paid Take you out quick like pawns in a chess game Hawk in your neck vein Leave you to drain and hack you up in the dawn of the next day I hope mothaf**ers came prepared Really hoping you don't make me have to raise my hands And I'm willing to face the chair Cuz I'm comfortable in cages like St. Pierre [Hook - Grim] It's a fight to the d**h Bring it right to your set swinging hard with the right and the left Mothaf**er front get a knife in the chest Cuz mothaf**er it's a fight to the d**h [2x] [Jay-Sin] Since I spit on Dine In Hell I lock sh** down just like a prison cell But like an old school Nas track this sh** ain't hard to tell In a laboratory stirring sh** up like I'm Gargamel Embarking on a voyage, bon voyage I hope you wish me well But on another note I never let um crush my hope I'd rather place the musket scope directly on they f**ing throat And you can quote that this the realest sh** I ever wrote I push the envelope and now they hanging on my every note Who said Sin and Team Beef wasn't fam no more That's like telling little kids there's no such thing as Santa Clause I demand a war and treat it strictly for the feeble d**h before dishonor, I die for the love of the life my people We are not created equal, you a punk with no heart And that sh** could never work like tryna light a match with no spark So disappear before I end more than your career I'll put a hook inside your head and pull your brain out through your ear (Hook) [Grim] f**ing madman, someone you should probably sweat Leave the side of your face looking like Harvey Dent Run right in your place and leave your noggin wet Big knife on the waist, I'm leaving all you dead My style's foul like a f**ing dead body scent My sh** is real loud, leave you with a hollow head The mothaf**ing future's grim, that's what my father said All I need is liquor and some weed and I'm content I'll stomp your mothaf**ing guts until you vomit red Anybody stepping to me's lacking common sense Ready for war like 300 of Sparta's best Throwing spears, swinging swords at you so guard your necks Mothaf**ers better have a firearm and vest Or I promise I'll leave nothing left for God to bless My squad always marches with the hearts of vets I've had it with you mothaf**ers dawg who want it next Yeah. Mothaf**ers. Black Out Productions. 2009 sh** mothaf**ers. Nightwalker on the beat. Freedom of speech, Team Beef sh**. p**y