Every day I'm snorin', no rivals to get me goin'. I don't care 'bout they type, ain't nobody gonna beat my hype. I'm lookin' for a fight, a real tough brotha from another motha; throwin' in the towel ain't gonna cut it. It's gotta be a knockout, a throw down brawl out, so fast ya eyes'll bleed. When we ready for the battle, you better believe the shock's gonna rock yo socks off. Sawed off; my lightning is tougher than high kings; when it hits the ring, ain't nobody gonna be singin' for you, playa. You ready for this hype? You read the words, so get ready for the fight.