Media Walkout song if you're in the UFC

01:20 - 03:50

{Intro: Zero}
YouTubers say that they have shooters (who the fuck are they? Oh well), sweet dreams (hey)
Everything they have made in their life, in just one month (who? What who, me) I make double (hey)
That they have beef for sweatshirts (hey) and skirts the heydays (hey, well oh asshole rap isn't it? Hey), sweet dreams (hey)
That I will eat them and their entire crew with one verse (well who are you? Who am I?), I am Hannibal

{Verse 1: Zero τής
After "Painting" sounds hardcore in front of their raps (uh huh)
After just jumping out of their mom's arms (uh)
Since I was the fuck of their main chick
After in front of them with another status, let them say their own (yaw)
After the old ones have been repulsed that their rap was buried forgotten
While they hit me all the fucking, one by one (yes)
Since the nostalgic ones do not want it to come out of the game with dignity
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like it aint for me either
Since the topics now talk about skirts and faux bijoux (uh huh)
The more pussies the more true, but the tattoo, tattoo
Because people still believe what they see happening
Why tell them what the fuck are you driving? (e?)
Since the 5,000 cubic meters are not enough for me, I got another 5
I had so much at 25, comprende; (comprende?)
After rap became popular, accessible, for vomiting, I dig
And thank God I've lived it since '98 (yaw)
After one season, they all made billions (yes well)
Since the truth is that it is a mat, come in front of me are minions (ha ha)
Since champ has 20 years in his belt, my verses are trillions
After I fuck them one more time, then I will leave like a gentleman (yah, praa)
After I said to swallow some ampoules (yes)
Since I am between "let them fuck" and "catch them fuck" (yaw)
After they live their drama, since it is a B 'rappers class I fuck their whore
Since it was a season everyone, everyone their gamma range
After all, lyrically no longer exists
Since I am a Kalashnikov in rap and the others weigh me with BB Gun (piou, piou)
Since you are money, then I's pretending to be Citi Bank (yes)
After you go to five stars, damn if you have money for peanuts at the mini bar (yaw)
Since I have roots from Wu-Tang Clan
While you have roots from Migos made in Taiwan and do not force yourself, do bam (praa)
Once you are a gang, pinch a folder
We're tired if you drink Xanax or click Artane (Artane)
If you wear Versace or Gucci leggings
Since the controversy is now between idiots
Between barbs, uncles and some kindergartens (uh huh)
Come and clear the landscape a little
I'm from ZN, the only school (ZN, yaw, yaw, yaw)

{Chorus: Zero}
Youtubers say that they have shooters, sweet dreams
Whatever they have made in their life, in just one month I make double
That they have beef for sweatshirts and skirts, sweet dreams
That I will eat them and their entire crew with one verse, I am Hannibal

{Verse 2: Iratus}
I am a pacemaker for the disabled with a heart made of stone
But I bury you and I have a reason, who stinks at 2 meters
Do not put it on the ground
I say pacemaker again, because you stand on words
Adele talent, inventive like Bell
I do not travel with Anel lines, I know the little Chanel
You are sick that I live it la vie est belle
I do not issue a card, but I write one that says "get well" (yes)
I have no mind, I have Dell chips
The last of us alive in the game, my name is Joel
I miss the zombies on the bus, but I want a trip to Fiji
Zoi Bella is not enough for me, I also want Gigi
The material emerges from your materialism
And it 's funny that the shallow that has defined you will drown you (idiot)
Medea is a great hero, I am a great Villain
Who else can win when we both want evil?

Ro Outro: Zero, Iratus}
YouTubers say that shooters have re (water pistol with coconut milk), sweet dreams
What they have taken out in their lives, in just one month (if I empty my pockets, I have them) I take out the double
That the beers (coin acceptors, idiots) have beef for sweatshirts and skirts, sweet dreams
That I will eat them and their entire crew with one verse, I am Hannibal
 


Psychological warfare?

My old bowling team from back in the day : (we were nearly banned for all 6 year of jr high/hs weekend leagues.... warning after warning.... harassment, making fun of people, interrupting shots, air horns, acting crazy... you know, back when people were allowed to have this thing called FUN? )

 
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I am oldschool arcade fighting games fan and there were many cool and hype songs in those games. If I had to choose one it would be Rhytmic Hallucination from King of Fighters 97. Enjoy.
 
I've made a similar thread before but we got new glorious casuals in the board like myself, so come here you ornery basterds lemme know WHAT YOU'RE WALKOUT SONG WOULD BE if you're in the UFC.

As for me I'd pick that one song written for me and my brethren by my absolute favorite band.
Obviously my account's named after the song but it fits just right into my fight approach too:
I'm a lay - and - pray coward who'd use wall - and - stall to overwhelm opponents via suffocating olfactory BJJ, sucking the life/will out of them en route to a questionable split decision loss. I'd be out of the promotion by night's end but hey, show money's enough for me and my mates in the back alley.


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When I did my walkout I used Dimmu Borgir's Perfection or Vanity. But if I had to go again, I reckon I'd use this just for The Terminator reference:

 
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