Fearless

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 newpaper 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:]

Whos 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