Bringin' the pain. No remains. Here to reign. (Who want more?)
Fight to death. Final breath. I beat cha' best (Break-you-down!)
Make a move. Ya met your match. Face to face
Who gonna react? Ready, attack. Watch ya back!
Body parts are gettin' detached. Battle for glory.
War wounds are extra gory. Sick in the mind, my
Nature naughty. Death or honor, pick the story...
Ante-up, I'm ready to go. I'm bangin'
Ya head to body blows. Pack a punch
To crack ya nose. Black ya eyes to keep
‘Em closed. (Yeahhh!) Don't fall, back you
Up against the wall. Ready to kill and my weapon
Will draw. Ready to cut with the chainsaw...
Battlefield a bloody mess. I'm takin’ a blade to
Shred your flesh. On ya knees, I gotta request.
Submit, defeat, or put to death. (Yeahhh!)
Get low, bow to me and I'll end the show.
Meet ya fate, it's time to go. Deliver the final
Game Over, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your man
Wordsmith and I'm declaring my man Jack
the winner of this contest. So I need everybody
in the audience to please put your hands in
the sky...Bringin' the pain, winning the game!!