Holly Holm vs. Ronda Rousey

 

Solving My Problems With Violence

VERSE 1

It’s the gift that keeps on giving

It’s the hell that keeps on living

A smack for refusing to listen

To the orders you have been given

I’m not asking you to commit murder

To turn dead bodies into hamburgers

It’s a simple task, not too much to ask

Yet you choose to be a pain in the ass

CHORUS

Solving my problems with violence

Is better than pacifistic silence

Is better than being a pushover

To someone who should act older

VERSE 2

Keep your ears open, your mouth shut

For your excuses, I give zero fucks

Your angry stare means nothing to me

It’s the final warning for you to heed

CHORUS

Solving my problems with violence

Is better than pacifistic silence

Is better than being a pushover

To someone who should act older

BRIDGE

Pushing me to the edge

I’m going out of my head

Smack, smack, smack, smack

I’m going on the final attack

VERSE 3

I’m the teacher, you’re the student

Quit pretending like you are stupid

Quit resisting every word I say

I didn’t come here to fucking play

EXTENDED CHORUS

Solving my problems with violence

Is better than pacifistic silence

Is better than being a pushover

To someone who should act older

Solving my problems with rage

It gets much worse with old age

It may get me locked in a cage

At least I can call myself a sage

Alcohol of Fame

VERSE 1

How could you do this to yourself?

How could you endanger your health?

How could you put them through hell?

Is it too late to ask for fucking help?

CHORUS 1

Alcohol of fame

Your career’s going up in flames

Alcohol of fame

You’ve only got yourself to blame

VERSE 2

Snort a little cocaine, shoot some heroin

Chugging Oxycontin and good old Vicodin

Popping Viagra while committing mortal sins

The pressure brings you to your dirty shins

CHORUS 2

Alcohol of fame

Your excuses are so damn lame

Alcohol of fame

You make zombies look so tame

VERSE 3

Everything of yours is going down the tubes

You’re fucking yourself with bloody lube

You’re smashing up your own hotel room

Wake the fuck up or meet your own doom

CHORUS 3

Alcohol of fame

Your pathetic stories sound the same

Alcohol of fame

Watch it all go down the drain

Yeah!

Alcohol of fame

Psycho visions swirling in your brain

Alcohol of fame

Watch you dying in the coldest rain

FINAL VERSE

It’s never too late to turn back the clock

And drag your sorry ass back to the top

Admitting you’re wrong is the first step

Lying to yourself is the bridge to death

You can be clean and start over again

Or you can be the author of your life’s end

Make a decision, don’t think too hard

The road to recovery is no holds barred

Evil Men

VERSE 1

She doesn’t owe you her body or mind

A definitive no is all that you’ll find

But you transform from man into monster

Your next move is an act of dishonor

You take everything she has in one night

Her virginity, her soul, and her inner light

It’s time to make an example out of you

Your punishment for rape will reign true

CHORUS 1

Evil men walk this scorched earth

Evil men give demons their birth

Evil men get away with everything

Evil men manipulate the evidence

VERSE 2

A slap on the wrist, a suspended sentence

Your victim is dishonorably mentioned

You used every excuse for wicked abuse

The raging public now has a broken fuse

Alcohol, clothing, flirtatious behavior

You act like you’re some sexual savior

You are a threat to women and children

If you don’t traumatize them, you kill them

CHORUS 2

Evil men don’t take responsibility

Evil men claim so-called divinity

Evil men walk away with smiles

Evil men cover up their guile

BRIDGE

The gravy train has made its last stop

Take your luggage and get the fuck off

You’re a dead man in the very worst sense

Your assassin doesn’t work for dollars and cents

VERSE 3

You’ve effectively placed a bounty on your head

For all of the violence and the shit you’ve said

Revenge is the greatest thing since sliced bread

Bang, bang, motherfucker! Your ass is dead!

CHORUS 3

Evil men will get what they deserve

Evil men won’t be able to swerve

Evil men get locked in a cell

Evil men spend their lives in hell

So this is how the story will end

You have no allies, family, or friends

Take your medicine like a man

Your evil ass is forever damned