Fearless Songtext

von King Gordy

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 newspaper 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'
Who's 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
Who's 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
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