Some fightin' verse for you

Black barren butterflies are floating through intestines
While drunk demonic boxers try to tangle with the best
And they don’t know what they have started but the waves are in their fingers
And every time I rise to jump a dragon always lingers

Streets are made of walkways so the fierce can settle down
And the ramblings come through trampling when you’re in a fightin’ crowd
Cannons drilling pathways through the stages of my mind
Sonic booms connecting all the thoughts that can combine