I remember one night I got in a fight,
And me and him were all in. All our might.
I do very well remember that night,
The first time I got hit and lost sight.
Then for those 5 seconds I was blind,
That whole night just went to rewind.
To when this thing started, when it began,
I was mear inches from that man.
I had nothing but a mug in my hand,
And thought, if I hit him, he'll understand.
So I did. I smashed the mug and it broke,
Automatically I thought, I hit wrong stroke.
Next thing I know I am socked in the jaw,
Feel to the floor, my jaw feling raw.
I flip back up and hit his nose, watched it break,
And said, "If you hit me again, you'll be a mistake."
Surprisingly, he stands back up,
I stand there. "What the f**k?"
He said "Son are you ready?"
"Get your fight together. Cause I'm goin heavy"
We break out with all our might,
Smashin him left and right,
He sucker punches me. Thats alright.
I saw it comin and say, "You ready for a fight?"
Me and him are at war, heavy fire,
Standin on fumes, we let ourself unwire.
Lefts and right, none stop hits,
We tear down bits by bits.
Neither backing down, neither slowing,
Both are standin, fightin and showin,
That neither will stop till the other falls,
Or gets beat up and slunches on the walls.
Punch coming in on my left, higher side,
Lets break his wrist. Turn the tide.
I go to grab his arm too see,
That he has grabbed onto me,
And has thrown me. I was bout to plead mercy.
But looked slightly to my left, find glass,
And shatter that thing on his dumb *ss.
Holy Sh*t! Now his nose is gushin,
So bad on his checks, looks like he's blushin.
"Something else" I thought. CRUSH!
I feel my leg tingle and then I fall,
To find out he broke my leg. Tore it all
To pieces! But to what depth? Iight b.*tch, now death.
We break out with all our might,
Smashin him left and right,
He sucker punches me. Thats alright.
I saw it comin and say, "You ready for a fight?"
Using a bar stool to assist me up,
I say, "You can die now you little f**k"
He said " Bring it on" What he just said,
Made me smash this stool into his head.
You iight dogg? You ok? Like I care!
Your the one who accepted my dare!
So everything here is fair. Let rage flair.
Then this fight'll be a nightmare.
Now this is a real f**kin war,
And I like it. I want some more.
Whats this? He brought a 2x4?
Sh*t. He pulled it outta the door.
I say, "C'mon b**ch. Drop me to the floor."
He swung, I ducked. Hands behind my back,
I kicked his back-knee, and he only heard CRACK!
Now he droped to the floor, I pick up the 2x4,
And said, "Here b**ch, drop to the floor."
Smack his back with the wood,
And spoken "There. I knew you weren't that good."
We broke out and started,
But in the end he was outsmarted.
Now I say, "He was alright."
"He wasn't what I call a {fight}"
