Iron Grip Chronicles

Feelin' the heat in the street, eyes locked and hooked Nancy with the bite, that's a right, chapter from a crook Teeth clench, dog wince, history rewrote in the book Throws them hands, no chance, ’gainst the queen rook Fists flyin', defyin', on this concrete she took Standin' toe to toe, in the ring, no need to look Incisors sunk, in my pup's skin, no mistook Nancy got those canines cookin', fire in her look My hound howled, in the fight, that's the page we took Got our knuckles up, it's a brawl, no second look Yeah, she threw a jab like a playbook, straight shook I dodge and weave, concrete music, speakers bust Nancy on the prowl, queen bee with a bite so foul Steel in her jaw, she unleashed a beastly growl Every punch thrown, with intent, made the crowd howl Had my dog dazed, fighting back with a scowl Unleashing fury, her presence anything but meek Strike after strike, the situation's looking bleak In the midst of the madness, Nancy's grip tight and good With ironclad will, ruling the neighborhood My hound’s reeling, the ordeal feels like a flood But we never bow down, stand tall just as we should Grit in our eyes, fire in our blood, understood Nancy's bites drawing lines pressed from flesh to wood