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