Ding Ding Ding enter the ring
Now introducing the fighters, and the sting they will bring
I look in his corner his shorts are blue
I can smell he’s in fear, of what I’m about to do
Touch mitts to mitts
People start thinking, what if he quits
Fighters are you ready? Let’s get it on
Time to put the brass, up against the brawn
Moving my feet, as quick as I can
Silence from the crowd, the mouths of every fan
I jab with the left, follow with the right
Prepare to raise the hand, of a new champ tonight
Put my hands down, give him the taunt
Trying to see, what he’s got to flaunt
He swings a wild hook
But I read it like a book
I dodge and I duck
When I get him in the corner, we both know he’ll be stuck
Fire back at his nose
Look at his toes he’s froze
Giving him, combo number one
Now I’m just, having a little fun
Combo number two
Look at his corner, look at his crew
They rave and they rant
Knowing their fighter can’t
Take this beating all night
It’s a sore site
They grip the towel
He begins to growl
One final burst of energy
As he swings his fists at me
My last punch connects like a boom
Sending him back, to his dressing room
By the time he begins, to realize
The rolling of his eyes
Seeing the back of his head
People wonder..is he dead?
Should have taken up another, sport instead
Now he’s on the ground
Can’t hear a sound
The ref counts to ten
Ring the bell my friend
Still laying on the mat, and he felt the sting
Ding Ding Ding now get out of my ring