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I got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever saw
Defeat whole karate schools and motherfuckers with claws
How could you talk more shit when my fist’s in your jaw?
Don’t need words to serve ya. Imma just say „Watcha!”
Your movies they bore us. They’re slow as a tortoise
I’m the king of nunchucks. I fucked 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 ass 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 and make my iPod
These little dances you do don’t threaten me, Bruce
Fuck you dude. I even squint better than you
(Ooooh) I fought the good and the bad. You must be the ugly
I would mess up your face but your momma did it for me
Go tuck your pistol for a fistfull 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 fucking chair
Do you feel lucky punk? That’s what I’m askin’
You can’t be too tough. You got killed by an aspirin
Your one inch punch, same size as your pecker
Leave the rapping to me. Stick to chinese checkers
I’d beat you in round 2, but that’d be unbelievable
No one in your family ever lived to see a sequel
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