Pile-driving Poetry

[Verse] Walking in the ring with a swagger so loud Chains on my neck make the crowd go wow Elbow drops of words I'm a lyrical king Step to me wrong and hear the ropes sing [Chorus] It's a suplex of sound it's a pinfall beat Slamming syllables down on the mat of heat Fiction fights truth I'm the nonsense champ Raise the belt high glow brighter than a lamp [Verse 2] I'm talking chairs flying and ladders that climb Rhymes off the top rope every single time My flow's steel cage locked tight no escape Sweat-dripping spit-firing can't nobody fake [Bridge] Grappling with grammar yeah I'm off-script Taking heel turns like a mic got flipped Fans on the edge mid-air no control This is my nonsense no rules just soul [Chorus] It’s a suplex of sound it's a pinfall beat Slamming syllables down on the mat of heat Fiction fights truth I'm the nonsense champ Raise the belt high glow brighter than a lamp [Verse 3] Slam talk leg lock hit 'em where it stings I rhyme pile drive while the crowd just sings Confetti of words raining down so right Winning this match under neon stage light