Woke up early in the morning punched my bitch in the face* I done started training day time to get into shape Now I'm jogging the newspaper boy gets in the way I just dropped him six jabs all to the waist Now I'm sparing with my neighbor on his lawn throwing haymakers Upper cut his old ass punch him in his pace maker When I'm done I'm so fast running like a great racer Beard and mustache like it's 28 days later
Now I'm in a big freezer freezing I'm swinging hittin' meat till my fist are bleedin' Now you can see this lean it seems I'm gettin' meaner No pain my brain only invisions Caesars palace No I'm battling across the atlas And people in the masses have seen me in action Weavin beatin' down anything he had in him See we be champions before you got this ass whoopin'
[Chorus:] Who's ready to rumble in the jungle Well this is the right type song for you Oh we'll make a few months of hard training Amazingly look like a minute or two Now the whole crowds cheering for you Cause they know there ain't no limit to you Show the world your fearless
Round 2 you got knocked out Your down your shocked the crowd boos There's white towels around you stop This all a dream and all he needs is some water The kids has lost all his steam It's a slaughter says the referee but wait and see All his strength will come this is his destiny As long as hes breathing he will not accept defeat Round 3 I don't think that this clown will prolly be standing
I bet this man lands on the canvas fast as a matter of fact I even shake hands with it That makes it official just wait till they get you to the corner They give him a speech that's so reakie my pistol this is simple And you come out shooting while your opponent running around moving He starts to hear the? sound of him losing And special theme music las vegas sings to it Now let's see in round 3 if he can do it
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Were at 3 now let's see who the best be Test me I bet he turns to gently Step please I now have you sweat and stessing Come with your best swing hes giving me everything hes got But it means nothing cause hes summering I keep punching him please go in the corner Take a breather or something But he insisted on me giving him fists as if it was gifts on christmas Bitch I'm relentless Give him a mentho-lyptus So he can smell again As god as my witness I'll make it swell again His nose broken my eye swollen but I'm controlling him Ropin dopin him pinnin him down Baby I'm holdin him We come to the end His lungs hit him in He falls and hes strugglin to make it up again And as the referee counts almost up to 10 the poor guy jumps up and then