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​Fuck it I’m like Jon Moxly
I’m that cocky
married a news reporter I’m that horny
No chains, no leash, you can’t lock me.
Bleed for the gold, I’m scrappy, not hockey,
Earned my scars, my road ain't glossy.
Shit ain’t picture perfect it’s Shotzi
Potholes and pit falls been thru it all….
Born to brawl, yeah, my style’s unorthodox,
Some call it chaotic others call it………
Unhinged and wild, breaking all the locks.
Call me unfiltered, no script, no props,
I’m the storm coming to the ring
It’s a travesty when the action stops.

Guerrilla strategic actions
Deadly intent sworn depositions
Omen embryo, Jorge Arce travieso
Enough ammo to blow headband off Rambo
Trigger happy like Griselda Blanco
Even Iverson couldn’t handle this arsenal
Ankles get Wildebeest stampede trampled
It sting with every breath you take like The Police
No need for APB, enemies been dissolved into antifreeze
No robe nor socks like Tyson walkin' to ring
Brawls turned orchestrated attacks of Tony Harding
Unhinged jaws by solar panels powered buzzsaws
Serrated metal disks sever granite mandibles
Bionic limbs to chest plates tectonic
Kelly Pavlik ghost Poltergeist prolific
Wicked reflection too evil for apparitions

I’m the Lord of Chaos when you display odds,
Turn tables like a deck of cards in the hands of gods.
Stack bricks in the ruins, but I build through the clash,
Turn ash to a kingdom, watch the phoenix flash.
Odds stacked high? I’m the one to defy,
Like a hawk through the storm, I was born to fly.
They whisper my name when the stakes are steep,
I’m the wolf in the shadows where the lions sleep.
Confusion’s my canvas, I paint with the rift,
Every crack in the system’s a ladder to lift.
You toss the dice thinking life’s a facade,
But I’m the Lord of Chaos when you display odds.

​Oh, it’s round and round, but they can’t see, They’re stuck in loops of conspiracy.
The refs, the Earth, the moonlit tides,
It’s all a hoax from the "other side."
But we’re spinning faster than their minds can go,
Gravity pulls, but they’ll never know.
So when they scream “DO THE MATH!” and their face turns red,
Just smile and nod, let them spin in their heads.
We’re all on this sphere, whether they like it or not,
The refs called it fair—yeah, it’s time to stop.

Rogue cops guest referees
While I’m in game of death vs enemies
Adversaries’ last stop is mortuaries
I’ll drop deadly bars in their obituaries
Wigs from skulls pulled by gravity
Lethal source magnum force
Deceased prey on exhibit display
Two-faced battle cats get both jaws cracked
One swing of terminal axe and bodies collapse
Use paint canvas to wrap from feet to cranium cap
Feed the scraps to famished wolfpacks
Sicario amateur turned Grim Reaper whisperer
Born in Baja California in its most violent city Tijuana
Faced with roughshod insurmountable odds
Orca pods killer instincts and nerves of steel rods
Is why I became the best on Alejandro Sosa’s death squad

Fertilization vitro initiation
Cervical facet inflammation
Vaginal prolapse Monistat cats
Feminine hygiene, estrogen creams
WWE Eva Marie Summer’s Eve femininity
P. Diddy bulk baby oil all-night benders
Military members assigned transgenders
Gay as village people at San Francisco YMCA
I'll rain on your parade like Macy’s Thanksgiving Day
Pussies’ reputations pap smeared
Feeble foes do not instill fear
They're Zion on bench in street gear
Wack emcees belong in G League next to Bronny
Potiguara chiefs couldn’t save you from destruction
Salt dried bodies of Ancient Egyptian mummification
Adversaries paralyzed rapidly like polio in 1940s

Checkmate’s coming, the king’s in sight,
But will she fall, or will she fight?
No white rabbit, no mad tea,
Only survival, just let her be.
The raid is over, but the war goes on,
Alice still fights, the night's not gone.
Syracuse whispers, calling her name,
But she'll never—never—be the same.

I'm all beast like Jim Brown at Syracuse
In deadly combat of American troops in WWII
Young Mike Tyson baddest man on planet
Last name Chavez so you know chin is granite
Harlem nights Murphy quick Wade Garrett bar fights
Captain Howdy sinister like Exorcist’s twisted sisters
Bumpy Johnson hoodlum how I react to whispers
Michael Bivins said my Komodo dragon saliva is poison
Born ready like Blade with hate of Nazi commando raids
Clipped desert eagle’s wings to cause bird flu pandemic
Formidable rivals will definitely struggle for survival
After they catch beatin’ of Rodney King outside his Hyundai
I slay like Benny Blanco when he sprayed Brigante's way
Annihilation initiation rampant demolition
Jugulars ruptured to elevate homicide figures
Rapidly detach heads from torsos to see anatomy disparities

Eggs like Prego, spill on the floor
Drip-drop yolk, neon gore.
Stack my guns like Lego bricks,
Click-clack, snap—now pick your fix.
Sunny-side chaos, fried-up schemes,
Shells crack loud like fever dreams.
Over-easy, over-loud,
Hollow points in a breakfast crowd.
Poached ambition, runny fate,
Hollow toast on a paper plate.
Load it, toast it, jam it tight—
Scramble thoughts in the neon light.


Eggshell footprints, slip, you slide—
Lego towers lean and collide.
Boom! A yolk bomb—duck, take cover!
Bullet shells and butter lovers.
Omelet sins in a greasy pan,
Magazine loaded—jam or jam?
Eat or shoot, fight or feast,
Guns and eggs, war and pea

Egg to face like Eubank Jr. to Benn
Mexican Bruce Lee how I’m willin’ to enter the dragon
I feast fast & furious to show Idris Elba I’m a beast
Ferocious status of Skull Island savages
Infrared gleam laser beams vehement schemes
Pristine clips size of National Geographic magazines
Rife Rugers loaded with robust ammo in chambers
Hot lead points hollow cartilaginous joints
Stray bullets turn homes into warzones
Faggots scramble like Mike Vick outside pocket
Inescapable fates after burners have baked
High-powered artillery brandished to devour
Attacks of terror, disasters of collapsed WTC towers
Dahmer conductor orchestrator of murders
Goblets of gore hordes strangled by umbilical cords
Decapitated necks cause caskets to be wet

Designed to degrade raiders in the raid
My brigade never engage in combat without the gauge
Verses laid like bodies to rest Mantra the restless vet
Old shooter like John Stockton my verbal jazz felt Arm-strong as Louis
Go the Miles like Davis in my rented whip from Avis a relentless trailblazer
Popping pigs with tazers then it's an up close cut with a razor
No player strictly a slayer of Don's who try to portray Corleone
Been vacating in Bermuda but I've returned to smash intruders with a fully loaded luegar
Cause emcee's are funny style like Wesley Snipes in drag giving your mom's a farewell gift you in a bodybag sealed tight with a tag

Melle Mel style furious
Laurence Fishburne as Morpheus
Dapper Don like Gotti in a Bugatti
Loaded gauge sicario road rage
Flexed Lugers with range of Rovers
Colosseum combat gladiator strapped
Arson attacks, flammables of Backdraft
Jim Jones murder without suicide pact
Rutger Hauer hitcher turned blade runner
Gillette cut close jugular veins in necks
Black rock addicted toothless smiles
After ballistic missiles travel infinite miles
Menstruation Always FlexFoam generation
Modern-day Mary Kay DNA NBA Bron floppers
These neutered cats are quick to get to the chopper
Why Stockton said they’ll never be Carl Weather predators

I'm tracing track's lacing raps hoods a warzone good thing I bought the gat
Bitches bring me money or get pimp slapped setting up emcee's for studio robberies like Haitian Jack
I don't lack bagging up emcee's like crack big revolver in my slacks
Fuck Ja Mantra rules never afraid to clap back
Notorious for holding B.i.g. shorties
The man with methods who's nose is snotty third degree verbal karate
Lyrical ninjitsu to get through bondage
My vernacular slams like Onyx
I hedge these hogs like sonic I'm sonically bionic
Doing more lyrical drive-bys than Dr. Dre's chronic
Nothing but a g thang counting grands in the range a ruthless ranger tearing block's up like hurricanes
Mantra Big like Daddy beating emcee's with metal kanes

Sugar daddy debauchery
Degeneracy conditions unsanitary
Dr. Bruce Banner maelstrom of anger
Disposition ruthless as peck order of ISIS
Composure enraptured by torture
JFK convertible drive-bys homicides
Grim reaped Biggie when he wasn’t ready to die
Avian flu aerial, Ebola-victims burials
Infinite butchery brought by dusk upheaval
Gordy Brewer collateral damage irreversible
Bloodshed carnage of Moses in bondage
Third-degree serious crime categories
Gats clap raw like intercourse without jim hats
Baked Ruger burners break sound barriers
Long-range bomber like Kyle Korver with revolver
Eternal warzone how I permanent scalp domes

Three's company minus John Ritter these cookie cutter spitters belong in Mariah's movie Glitter
Mantra forever fuck diamonds and Kanye I'm King Kong on Broadway
Bodacious wordplay give a fuck what these chirping birds say
Snitching on the stand making pussy emcee's walk three miles to get my cheesecake like Diddy in Making the band
Big name emcees get shaken for grand's
Mantra the extortionist exceptional with thrown hand's of not I'm an arsonist with a torch that's lit throwing tantrums like spoiled ass kid's who's parents are filthy rich I used to sell crack knowadays I'm just cracking their ribs of these lifesaver lyricists sitting with bibs