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1, 2, 3, 4 |
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You in the ring with a thing, not a man |
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And what I bring is shots to the body |
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That'll make a fool sing, soprano |
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Fall setter, ain't nuttin' better |
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Massive concussion, career over, no discussion |
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Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole |
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You can't see, vision like a peep ho |
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This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition |
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It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre |
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Call in the doctor, he's been rocked and socked-up |
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Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up |
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Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up |
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He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up |
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He's gettin' banged up |
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Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab |
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Right into a change up |
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Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? |
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El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents |
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These combinations are taking me places |
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Knockin' my opponents outta they shoes with tight laces |
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Makin' faces as they body hit the canvas in pain |
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The championship belt is what |
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I taste and claim survivin' the game |
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Pound for pound, you got the best man standing right here' |
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Round for 'round, |
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I got the cowards runnin' in fear |
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Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer |
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Your knockout king is up in the ring1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the chin1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on again |
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Uh, 'round for 'round and pound for pound |
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It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts |
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Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out |
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Got your corner-man yellin' that you ready to pout |
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Yeah, he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd |
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Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 'rounds |
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The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound |
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Roper Doe style, boxin' with the best around |
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Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss |
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When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks |
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After the standin' eight head to your corner to sit |
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Manager screamin' at you, "Fight back, move his fists" |
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It don't matter 'cause he walked dead into by bisteses |
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Don't get mad 'cause you lost to the top of the lists |
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I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and vicious |
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Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin' me kisses1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the chin1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on again |
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Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow |
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Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no |
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Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin' |
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Skills quickly end all the gossipin' and yappin' |
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I'm talkin' |
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Roy Jones ability |
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Knock anybody up in the facility |
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Black guy after |
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I attack guys |
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Spectators like |
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Johnny Gill |
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Amazed, ain't no love only hate |
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Let me hit you with these boulders |
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Servin' you from the shoulders |
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Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up |
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Folded-up wit' your snot-box leakin' on ya |
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Hold him up so |
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I can put bangs and bings on ya |
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You see two of me, don't ya? |
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From the series of punches |
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To your dome and your kidneys |
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Should'a did you some crunches |
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I throw thangs in bunches |
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Got me grabbin' and punkin' now |
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Tryna knock the grill up out your mouth1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the chin1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on again1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the chin1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6, spitter7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on again |
