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Sam (Is Dead) by Oddfuture plays.

Currin walks out to the ring very still. He glances at Killa Mo from the where he stands. He bites down on his teeth and snarls as his gaze never leaves killa mo.
He takes a few steps forward and looks at everything taking the moment in. He raises his fist in the air, allowing the spot light to focus on the brass knuckle he was equipped with instead of his grappling gloves.

"This life is a game, if you wanna play
Then count all your own mistakes
Livin’ it with no delay
So fast I’m getting growing pains
Father didn’t show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane
All the problems come with my growing age
Blowin’ Haze
Trying to clear the doubt that’s sitting on my brain
I don’t complain
But the kid inside me’s feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin’ for the Fountain of Youth, when I’m free in my brain"

Billie Joe: HIS OPPONENT. FROM SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 243 POUNDS. HE IS X2W'S HERO. CURRIN.. HAMMMMMMMMMMMMOND!

Currin walks down to the ring, he spreads his arms and touches all his fans hands as he walks by... still his gaze never leaving killa mo. Currin walked up to the ring and stood there looking at his opponent, his manager, he enemy, the one man he just wanted to beat the s**t out of.

"They want a story, a story
I write the s**t that I find very amusing
Cuz all the other ********’ stories are boring
It’s really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It’s like I fathered these ********, so you will find me on Maury
I’m still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experience and s**t I see touring
I’m like a birdman, I’m soaring, really high
And I’m really horny, from watching this porn
Nope


(Bring in the horns) You hear that ******** ******** brass, *****) That’s little boy ****** with the trumpets
Marchin’ with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, ******** Geppetto
He’s a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you’re the Klump’s d**k
So think before you blink, and “Aye-Aye” make assumptions"

Currin walked around the ring pulling out a bag and pouring broken glass and nails all over the padded floor. Still his eyes never leaving Killa Mo. He walked the entire parameter of the ring with all of the outside now covered in glass and nails.

"5
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
4
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
3
(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
2
(Erer-erer-erer)
Where’s Tyler?

Bottom of the countdown
s**t ain’t been the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I’m the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth ******** your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to “Click-Clack-Boom-Pow”
Still suicidal, but some assume that I’m cool now
Cuz I got a ******** award in my own room now
Nope, but I can flip s**t like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vow
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don’t let that little ****** trumpet lose sound
Just let him play"

The music ends Currin looks at everyone and walks up the steps and steps through the ropes. He looks at everyone and then at his fists. They were bare, The only thing that was on them was the brass knuckles on his left hand. He admired it then looked up at killa mo shacking his head. He was ready to ******** him up and he would not stop until it was achieved he was going to burn this place down with it and that he was his intentions. Currin pulled out a big filled with a liquid. He splashed all on the outside rings floor it was mixture of salt and lemon juice. Currin threw the bag aside and stood there.