Are You Ready: Life of a UFC Fighter

I want to win, so I must pay.

Much food to consume,

not even hungry my body's immune.

Nice and full now off to the gym

running through my mind win, win, win!

Training hard and breaking a sweat

for this life I have no regret.

Jiu-Jitsu, Somba, Wresting, and Muay Thai

my moves will make you fly.

Punch, kick,

Or will you submit,

Round one, two, or three?

All I know is I will beat thee.

Through all the suffering and pain

only the best will remain.

So, I train hard and eat good

like I know I should.

Ready to go I weigh in.

Soon the war will begin.

I walk down the hall and into the crowd.

Oh how I love the sound so loud.

People screaming my name

I don't fight for fame.

I just want to knock you out

You'll never make it in this bout.

One final chance to run away.

I plan to make you pay.

The ref asks, "Any last questions guys?"

"Are you ready to die?"

"Bring it on!"

Let's start the fun!

Looking from arcoss the ring into your eyes,

I see your fear don't lie.

I hold the belt because I am the best

in combat. I'll test

you to your limit.

You can't be the champ so just forget it!

Talking all that trash before.

Hope your ready for a war.

Saying you'd ground and pound

You won't get me in a take down!

With the start rings the bell,

your a UFC fighter. Welcome to hell.

Right jab to your face and a kick to the head,

your almost dead.

I get you down and lock in an arm bar

To win I don't have far.

Tap out now or the arm will break.

The pain so bad you can't take

it anymore.

With a tap victory!

Now you see what it takes to fight professionally.

Maybe next time you'll beat me?

I doubt it but we'll see.