Cutman in the corner
Up against the ropes
You know got to keep
On the move
No target no connection
Playing out the eights
You put it down
In this round
Over when it's over
Not a step to lose
It's a weight bag
Snapping loose
Purse is in the pocket
Bucket full of spit
If it ain't one thing
It's another
Said and done for
Nothing in the least
Is gonna drag you back
To this ring
Or any other
For matter of fact
A TKO ain't gonna cut it
Are you smelling those salts Telling those faults
When it comes down
To the title
You feeling the reach
Nothing left to preach
And the wolves they howl
A little louder
Now a few more strokes
Bludgeon up the folks
Who said they knew
A somewhat wiser
Outcome of the contest
Like a towel
Thrown on the matt
Now mopping
And sopping
The geyser
Last but far from least
Do you think the feast
Will be one
Of blood and carnage
So to disappoint
This will hit
Disjoint
A pawn in your match
Go wanting
I ran up the steps
Used the towel for sweat
And to the tune
I kept a marching
So by this I stand
All of that I am
Surely stands here with me
By decree of something larger
Like the ones in the hot water
Like a frog in the pot
Begin to feel the burning
To late to jump on out
So be reminded
Of what you sought