| - I’ve noticed a lot of boxing memorabilia. We got some gloves over here. Pictures everywhere. Who’s the boxer? | |
| - Me. | |
| - You’re the boxer? | |
| - Yeah | |
| - You a tough guy? | |
| - Yeah, tough enough. | |
| - Really? What could you do? | |
| - To you? | |
| - Yeah | |
| You getting brutalized | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I’m a street fighter like M. Bison | |
| I might bite you like Tyson, trife with a license | |
| Put ice on the cut, doctors’ll be splicing it up | |
| Rocky snuffed right to the gut | |
| I’m a Spartan, start beef my fists will harden | |
| You punch like a girl but you ain’t Christy Martin | |
| You get no love, hit you with no gloves | |
| Duff you like sure enough shove you no one’s above | |
| My thunder and lightning, your eyes sting | |
| No wonder you need Visine, not surprising, London Prize Ring | |
| You felt were ill, your black belt ain’t shit | |
| When you’re attacked in your jail cell you fainted | |
| While you’re pumping dope in you I’m jumping rope | |
| There’s no hope for you dope, chump, jealous lazy bum | |
| No matter son I’m training whether it’s sunny or raining | |
| Like Sonny I’m reigning, you Patterson | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain’t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yo I laugh at you fronters, a no-skill rider | |
| You ain’t no ill fighter, you telegraph punches | |
| Shots thrown from the hip your dome split open | |
| Hemotobin, you should’ve known your shit | |
| Defence techniques from a knuckle-bone blitz | |
| Your knees buckle you’re weak sucker, don’t snitch | |
| Deal with it, real with it, it’ll heal quick | |
| Then I’ll run up on you again and bust open your shit | |
| Twice, three times, quadruple, rip apart pupils | |
| Kick like marsupials hard and brutal | |
| Then watch how we get busy, you left dizzy | |
| Left right hook where is he? Side step and you miss me | |
| Weapon the rugged ? for myself | |
| Thug it, militants, weapons, our hands deadly, slug it out | |
| You’re bugging out, drugged up, get knocked out | |
| Your mouth plugged up with stitches, you’re ugly now | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain’t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized |
| I' ve noticed a lot of boxing memorabilia. We got some gloves over here. Pictures everywhere. Who' s the boxer? | |
| Me. | |
| You' re the boxer? | |
| Yeah | |
| You a tough guy? | |
| Yeah, tough enough. | |
| Really? What could you do? | |
| To you? | |
| Yeah | |
| You getting brutalized | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m a street fighter like M. Bison | |
| I might bite you like Tyson, trife with a license | |
| Put ice on the cut, doctors' ll be splicing it up | |
| Rocky snuffed right to the gut | |
| I' m a Spartan, start beef my fists will harden | |
| You punch like a girl but you ain' t Christy Martin | |
| You get no love, hit you with no gloves | |
| Duff you like sure enough shove you no one' s above | |
| My thunder and lightning, your eyes sting | |
| No wonder you need Visine, not surprising, London Prize Ring | |
| You felt were ill, your black belt ain' t shit | |
| When you' re attacked in your jail cell you fainted | |
| While you' re pumping dope in you I' m jumping rope | |
| There' s no hope for you dope, chump, jealous lazy bum | |
| No matter son I' m training whether it' s sunny or raining | |
| Like Sonny I' m reigning, you Patterson | |
| Chorus | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain' t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo I laugh at you fronters, a noskill rider | |
| You ain' t no ill fighter, you telegraph punches | |
| Shots thrown from the hip your dome split open | |
| Hemotobin, you should' ve known your shit | |
| Defence techniques from a knucklebone blitz | |
| Your knees buckle you' re weak sucker, don' t snitch | |
| Deal with it, real with it, it' ll heal quick | |
| Then I' ll run up on you again and bust open your shit | |
| Twice, three times, quadruple, rip apart pupils | |
| Kick like marsupials hard and brutal | |
| Then watch how we get busy, you left dizzy | |
| Left right hook where is he? Side step and you miss me | |
| Weapon the rugged nbsp? for myself | |
| Thug it, militants, weapons, our hands deadly, slug it out | |
| You' re bugging out, drugged up, get knocked out | |
| Your mouth plugged up with stitches, you' re ugly now | |
| Chorus | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain' t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized |
| I' ve noticed a lot of boxing memorabilia. We got some gloves over here. Pictures everywhere. Who' s the boxer? | |
| Me. | |
| You' re the boxer? | |
| Yeah | |
| You a tough guy? | |
| Yeah, tough enough. | |
| Really? What could you do? | |
| To you? | |
| Yeah | |
| You getting brutalized | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m a street fighter like M. Bison | |
| I might bite you like Tyson, trife with a license | |
| Put ice on the cut, doctors' ll be splicing it up | |
| Rocky snuffed right to the gut | |
| I' m a Spartan, start beef my fists will harden | |
| You punch like a girl but you ain' t Christy Martin | |
| You get no love, hit you with no gloves | |
| Duff you like sure enough shove you no one' s above | |
| My thunder and lightning, your eyes sting | |
| No wonder you need Visine, not surprising, London Prize Ring | |
| You felt were ill, your black belt ain' t shit | |
| When you' re attacked in your jail cell you fainted | |
| While you' re pumping dope in you I' m jumping rope | |
| There' s no hope for you dope, chump, jealous lazy bum | |
| No matter son I' m training whether it' s sunny or raining | |
| Like Sonny I' m reigning, you Patterson | |
| Chorus | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain' t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo I laugh at you fronters, a noskill rider | |
| You ain' t no ill fighter, you telegraph punches | |
| Shots thrown from the hip your dome split open | |
| Hemotobin, you should' ve known your shit | |
| Defence techniques from a knucklebone blitz | |
| Your knees buckle you' re weak sucker, don' t snitch | |
| Deal with it, real with it, it' ll heal quick | |
| Then I' ll run up on you again and bust open your shit | |
| Twice, three times, quadruple, rip apart pupils | |
| Kick like marsupials hard and brutal | |
| Then watch how we get busy, you left dizzy | |
| Left right hook where is he? Side step and you miss me | |
| Weapon the rugged nbsp? for myself | |
| Thug it, militants, weapons, our hands deadly, slug it out | |
| You' re bugging out, drugged up, get knocked out | |
| Your mouth plugged up with stitches, you' re ugly now | |
| Chorus | |
| You realise when I close up your two eyes you getting brutalized | |
| Size you up, prize fight shit, die what, you getting brutalized | |
| Fake tough guys break and snuff no compromise, you getting brutalized | |
| Size ain' t shit, big guys victimized too, you getting brutalized |
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