9 PROFESSIONAL FIGHTS.
13 Oct 2026 · other · Fansview Combat Sports (Instagram)
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Summary
9 PROFESSIONAL FIGHTS. 4 TITLES ON THE LINE. ONE NIGHT OF CHAOS. EFC 10: JUDGMENT DAY is bringing together an unbelievable level of talent, with champions, contenders and killers ready to leave everything inside that cage. The stakes have never been higher. The matchups speak…
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9 PROFESSIONAL FIGHTS. 4 TITLES ON THE LINE. ONE NIGHT OF CHAOS. EFC 10: JUDGMENT DAY is bringing together an unbelievable level of talent, with champions, contenders and killers ready to leave everything inside that cage. The stakes have never been higher. The matchups speak for themselves. This has the potential to be the biggest regional MMA card Ireland has ever seen. November 14th. No excuses. No backing down. JUDGMENT DAY IS COMING.
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I want your head boy, you know how I win Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back Best four niggas riding, strapping, grandfathers catalyping The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas When I start thinkin', I should brawl about all these niggas Made my homies, they wanna do whatever I wanna do I say I won't eat, they say shit, we won't eat, too Let's ride around, find the niggas stuntin' on front street With the shines on, niggas be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell them to move off that shit before we start poppin' some more Fuck this guy's ass, man, niggas know who I is I got a whole clip and niggas know I get big I whipped your head boy, you know I will I whipped your head boy, move the back of the steel I whipped your head boy, you can't get paid I whipped your head boy, your head can get killed I whipped your head boy, you know I will I whipped your head boy, move the back of the steel I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move You comin' in when you're shorty, take the load run to school Even though she cause the drama, you like your baby mama I hit her with the limo to get this cake Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe She don't know it, damn, okay, we'll wait I'll play with two kids on the couch while your bitch on the phone And I've gone to a hair saying that he come home He was bowling poppin' bubbly, didn't think he'd get ugly I know his shit is ugly until he go back Now you can pray for a miracle