Throw Down

You know a battle of wits make you look bad
So you need to use fists like a new band
You better understand this before you choose that
I got my feet tied to make you lose bad
You gonna throw down (x2)
You want a shot at the title
You gonna show down
You otta slow down (x2)
You get shot at the title before you go down
There’s a piercing sound from the screaming travel
Like my keys dig into metal
I am not scared to lose it (x2)
You picked a fight, You picked a fight with the devil (x2)
You ain’t no villain, you're just a pest
You’re barely a sufficient antagonist
Guess who doesn't know four syllable words
It’s okay you good
I won’t keep making no underdeveloped nerve so
You gonna throw down (x2)
You want a shot at the title
You gonna show down
You otta slow down (x2)
You get shot at the title before you go down
There’s a piercing sound from the screaming travel
Like my keys dig into metal
I am not scared to lose it (x2)
You picked a fight, You picked a fight with the devil (x2)
There’s a piercing sound from the screaming travel
Like my keys dig into metal
I am not scared to lose it (x6)
You picked a fight, You picked a fight with the devil (x4)