I want to thank you
For being so sincere
In helping me through tough battles
And conquering my fears
You are the greatest motivational speaker
That I have ever known
Hell I might just get some of your quotes
Engraved on my tombstone
You've got the spirit of an angel
With beautiful white wings
But your personality is like the devil
And when you are provoked Lucifer sings
Strangers are unaware
Of the tension that it brings
And once they feel your wrath
It so painfully sings
And haters get tossed around
Like circles in the ring
The referee counts to ten and they don't get up
The bell sounds ding! ding!
While your spiritual angel
Plays upon the harpoon strings
The rhythm flows so smoothly
Like river streams
Hell how else do you want me to describe it?
You know what I mean
The opponent is still on the mat
Out cold and his body is weak
You have crushed him flat
And I sense the smell of defeat
People talk s*** to you
Like they are f****** retarded
But little do they know
That you are a mixed martial artist
Things escalate and you end up beating their ass
And make them do the robot dance
Beat them until they jump around
Like they got ants in their pants
But the angel speaks
And he says that you are a lover
And occasionally on command
You commence into your poetic talents
Which I am sure many writers would understand
The angel says you should calm down
But you can't help it you have IED
And it's pretty complicated to deal with
When your temper circulates out of order with consistency
But the devil asks you to put on a smile
And to proudly hold up your torch
Tell your enemies to get ready
Because they are about to get scorched
Your enemies think they are so tough
Like Plexiglas
If they make the wrong move
You'll slaughter their ass
A nuclear explosion occurs
When your spirit and personality combine
You are a strong guy
And I am proud to call you a brother of mine

Dedicated to my best friend Jon T. Jeffries