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I shake, rattle, roll now this club's about to blow while selector takes charge I come from the soul
Down deep rhythm cuts the mere mortals but see - I'm god of this ring or should I say the reigning king
Here I stand the Bee Bah Bootse Man the sheriff of discotheque enforce the law of this land lights flashing, bodies clashing dodging non-clipper fighters I'm on top, not for the cash let 'em know, huh!
I'm not the one to sleep on no enemy can see dawn I see them all as pawns come strong with tactic and skill damage them in the first and the second rounds the third I go for the kill
See this battle's for real in the eyes of the contender ring the alarm - next man up in no time the last man surrendered set ass pan fire hit men for hire professional
Crowd's getting hyper now I feel the level rise can you take the pressure coming down to do or die adrenaline but no sweating a little vexed, never stress I flip and vent relentless
With windmill assaults your shield level defaults your defenses collapse you can't deal with the attack Bee Bah Bootse Man come down
