Punch-Out

[Verse 1: Mike Mictlan] Ring around the squared circle Side-stepper repertoire Blind sider gut splitter butt splatter weapon paw Second guesser predecessor hidden stressor Set it off Second in command commanding power with the reckoning force Double O ten Larger than Kelly Robinson You getting knocked out harder than Danny Donavon Doomtree Blowout winter for your wonderland Willing to only cut a man bullies will never understand Wooly mammoth Minnesnowta Murder Maker Mike Mictlan Hoodie, parka, Nordic, mitten, muzzle, skully, get it on Sims and Cecil, Mike and Stef (and Dessa and Paper), Lazerbeak the legend god Wings and Teeth teaming up, feeding on the lesser parts Uptown to Peavey Park West Bank to Powderhorn Doomtree Captains of the rapping Liberal North Sovereign township on some Watership Down shit The Bangarang Gang Style over everything! [Verse 2: Sims] I try to stay cool, let the assholes be assholes But they're pulling on my last hopes Yeah they're pulling on my last cord Anymore and I might dive them something to die for Call 911 last days in America, the primates won At the mouth frothing like troglodytes I'm on a zombie hunt, yeah it's on tonight Put out an APB, all these silverback gorillas on the trail chasing me Man, I should just move to the sticks And let these alpha males roll in their own shit But I ain't giving into you I'm a citizen too, who's trying to save who? On a big white horse in a pale grey suit So I move with the moon I'm like ready, aim, shoot