Tyson

Here is a new boxing era

Nineteen eighty six, nineteen ninety, undisputed champion
I was a kid but I remember the glory days of "Iron Mike Tyson"
With clack short shorts and black low shoes
Let me represent my vibes, represent the old school
Fuck rhinestone and sequins, fuck them all
I only know how to bite, I'm an animal
Seven two one, six four five
When my technique speaks I feel alive
Everybody's got plans 'til they get hit
From Brooklyn to the ring I want to devastate it

Five foot frame for hundred kilograms
My speed kills like snakes, attack rising from the ground
Strength to your head my punch have "Bad Intentions"
Demolition is the key, I got the key for demolition
Yo-you-yo-yo-young I was a fe-fe-fe-fe-fearful
Invert the roles, welcome to "The Death Desert" rule
Fear is a bullet and your brain the target
Click, click up on the ring and you'll find the darkness

Ah ah ah ah "Power and skill"
My time to rise, my time to kill
Ah ah ah ah "Power and skill"
My time to rise, my time to kill

Just "Punch Out!"