I got the baddest fists of fury
that the world ever saw
defeat whole karate schools
and mother fuckers with claws
how can you talk more shit
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 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
make my iPod
those little dances you do
don't threaten me Bruce
fuck 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 fucking 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 pecker
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