Knock Out Kings

1, 2, 3, 4
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
Thatll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, aint nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You cant see, vision like a peep ho
This aint no slug-fest or exhibition
Its a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor, hes been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champs insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per- viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
Hes hurt and hes wobbling and he cant keep his things up
Hes gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, hes down and canvas smell like dirt, dont 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 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 its on again
Uh , round for round and pound for pound
Its 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, aint 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 dont matter cause he walked dead into by bisteses
Dont get mad cause you lost to the top of the lists
Im sick, cold with the work, demented and vicious
Plus Im 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 its on again
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lous in the ring, hell no
Aint gon happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin
Im talkin
Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after
I attack guys
Spectators like
Johnny Gill
Amazed, aint 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, dont ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Shoulda did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
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 its 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 its on again