I’m gonna torture him, I’m the baddest man in the world
You should be very afraid when you see me with my fist curled.
Doing pushups knuckles down on the concrete
I’m ready for beef I’m attracting static like dryer sheets
I don’t mince words I’ll pound you into mincemeat
And show your wife the definition of a real athlete
Give her pipe at the pad and pound her from the back like a punching bag
In and out of her vag like I’m slipping the jab.
Oh, you mad? Good, I need that energy
I’m about to show the world I’m the champion you pretend to be
It’s the fight of the century I’m bringing pain and misery
I didn’t come to lose I’m packing heavy artillery
I’m about to make history my propensity
For causing serious injury will guarantee a victory
I pity the fool for thinking he could get with me
What I’m about to unleash will go down in infamy


I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion
Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me
And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way
I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain


I’m gonna bust him up, tell Balboa I’m coming
Stop ducking me I want my fucking shot end of discussion
I’m the number one contender no if ands or buts
Instead of giving him a statue, give Rocky some guts
Better yet, check his boxers; he’s missing a pair of nuts
Mickey got you gassed up talking tough
As if I won’t knock you the fuck out see this fight could end really bad
If you’re feeling froggy then Rocky leap off the lily pad
It’s amazing how I turn pain to poetry
I’ve been climbing the ranks hoping somebody would notice me
I’m here now and I’m leaving with your belt on my waist
And you better wipe that look off your face. Before I knock it off
I’m up next snapping your neck with this right cross
You’re like a bobblehead and your chin is cotton soft
See I’m what you used to be uncivilized
I’m indestructible you can see the hunger in my eyes
I’m here to eat all the food in the kitchen
This fight is barbeque kitchen I got your manager wishing
That he didn’t sign you up for this beating I’m about to give you
And it’s not hyperbole when I say I’m gonna kill you


I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion
Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me
And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way
I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain.


I’m gonna crucify him, really bad
And the only thing you’re leaving this ring with is a motherfucking toe tag
Welcome to the terrordome I get wicked
Like the drummer Chuck D mentioned I’ll beat you senseless
You’re utterly defenseless when I’m swinging like Ramirez for the fences
You’re bound to lose all five senses
After we engage in these fisticuffs take your whole career and rip it up
This is my time just give it up
I’m the fresh face of the new world order
Fuck Creed I don’t need no has-beens in my corner
Nobody can’t stop me; my spot is solidified
Pound for pound I’m the goat and no one can tell me otherwise
You just stepped in the ring with a deadly weapon
It’s a 12-round bout but I’m ending it in the 2nd
I’m the undisputed champ whether you like it or not
And I’ll destroy any man who tries to take what I got!


I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion
Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me
And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way
I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain