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I got the baddest fists of fury
that the world ever saw
defeat whole karate schools
and mother *** with claws
how can you talk more ***
with my fist in your jaw
don't need words to serve ya
Imma just say
waaataaaw
your movies they bore us
they're slow as a tortoise
I'm the king of nunchucks
I *** up Chuck Norris
I invented Jeet Kune Do
so taste my slipper shoe
here's my two finger push up
Kung F-U
you scream like a girl
and got moves like Jagger
but I'll rip through your *** faster
than a Pu-Pu platter
you're in the gym too much Ringo
perfecting kicks
you should spend more time
matching your voice up to your lips
you don't belong in a fight
you belong in a sweatshop
so go ahead
make my iPod
those little dances you do
don't threaten me Bruce
*** you dude
I even squint better than you
I beat the good and the bad
you must be the ugly
I would mess up your face
but your mama did it for me
go tug your pistol for a fist full
of your million dollar babies
you were cool in the eighties maybe
but now you're just crazy
a man who argues with people
who aren't even there
is more fit to rap against
this *** chair
do you feel lucky punk?
that's what I'm asking
you can't be too tough
you got killed by an aspirin
and your one inch punch
same size as your ***
leave the rapping to me
stick to Chinese Checkers
I'd beat you in round two
but that'd be unbelievable
no one in your family
ever lives to see a sequel
who won?
who's next?
you decide