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You in the ring a thing, not a man And what I is shots to the body That'll a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't better concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, swole You can't see, vision a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic
Call in the doctor, he's rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and be locked up Pay-per-viewers to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his up
He's banged up Uppercuts, right, short left jab into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell dirt, don't it? El Magnifico crush all weak opponents
These combinations are taking me Knockin' my outta they shoes with tight laces Makin' faces as body hit the canvas in pain The championship belt is what I taste and claim survivin' the
for pound, you got the best man standing right here 'Round for 'round, I got the cowards runnin' in for town, fight fans stand and cheer Your knockout king is up in the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin 1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again
Uh, 'round for 'round and pound for the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts Uppercuts to the chin, knock your out Got your corner-man yellin' that you ready to
Yeah, he hit the ropes in of a sell-out crowd Stand-down punk, no need to go 12 'rounds The was mine soon as you heard the bell sound Roper Doe style, boxin' with the best
Taped-up wrist, swing your and miss When I crush your face it like a tonne of bricks the standin' eight head to your corner to sit Manager at you, "Fight back, move his fists"
It don't 'cause he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad you lost to the top of the lists I'm sick, cold with the work, and vicious Plus I'm so the ring girls be blowin' me kisses
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the 1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on
Body-blow, uppercut, elbow Ming in the ring, hell no gon' happen, stage all tappin' Skills quickly end all the gossipin' and
I'm Roy Jones ability Knock anybody up in the Black guy I attack guys Spectators like Johnny Amazed, no love only hate
Let me hit you with these Servin' you the shoulders Step into the range of my and get rolled up wit' your snot-box leakin' on ya Hold him up so I can put bangs and on ya
You see two of me, ya? From the of punches To dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some I throw in bunches Got me and punkin' now Tryna knock the grill up out mouth
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the 1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin 1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on