Grapple Gods

[Verse] Steppin' in the ring, where the real ones brawl, Chain wrestlin', got 'em stuck in a grapple wall. Suplex city but I'm talkin' finesse, Straight shooters, pin ya down, leave ya breathless. [Verse 2] Hooks and reversals, yeah, we master the art, Snapmare, figure-four, rip ya apart. Ain't no gimmicks here, just skill in the flesh, Mat warriors, technical, you know we the best. [Chorus] Grapple Gods, ain't nobody holdin' us down, Wrestlin' purists, kings without a crown. Technical precision, got the crowd astound, Sweat drips, bell rings, feel the ground pound. [Verse 3] Single leg takedown, feel your pride break, Arm drag, arm bar, bone might flake. Reppin' the purest form, no need for a brawl, Just a twist, a turn, and now you crawl. [Verse 4] Sharpshooters and stretch marks, we keep it legit, No room for slackers, every move hit. Cravat, wrist lock, blend like a stew, Flyin' round the ropes, but stay grounded too. [Chorus] Grapple Gods, ain't nobody holdin' us down, Wrestlin' purists, kings without a crown. Technical precision, got the crowd astound, Sweat drips, bell rings, feel the ground pound.