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The name's Little Mac, I'm the Punch-Out king
I'll float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
That god damned Mike Tyson ain't got shit on me
Put the gloves on and K.O. for the world to see
I got the Doc in my corner, he's my right-hand man
I already beat King Hippo, bitch, I ain't playing
I got my special punch ready for you suckers that test me
Knock 'em out in round one, that's how the good Lord blessed me
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
What's up, Doc?
(*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*)
Uh-huh
(*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*)
Because I told you before, that I'm the Punch-Out king
Mike Tyson ain't got shit against me in the ring
See, I've been training and buffing up, I broke Glass Joe's nose
I'm damn good at what I do, this is the life that I chose
See, once you step to the Mac, you're through
Come in with an attitude, and leave with a bruise
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
Zero-zero-five-seven-three-seven, baby
Before the five-four-two-three for my montage, ladies
Like, I don't usually cheat, but the game keeps on fucking up
And now I'm back and ready for the brawl (Now what's up?)
See, I've been training for a minute, got my pink suit on
As the Doc always told me:
(*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*)
See I'll keep punching 'em out, sending 'em down the ring
Don't even front, you shouldn't have fucked with me
Down on the ground, singing out loud, for sure
Little Mac's in the ring, and I ain't gonna take no more
(I'm gonna rip out your heart and feed it to you!)
(Then step on your children's testicles!)
(I'm gonna make you scream like my wife!)
The name's Mike Tyson, I'm the king of the ring
I got my shoes tied tight
My red gloves, and I'm bringing the sting
I'm only seventeen, but I'm from Brooklyn, nice to meet ya
This town is known for me, the Ninja Turtles, and pizza
I'm discombobulatingly devastating, fuck with me
My defense is impregnable, you got nothing coming
Bitch, please
You hear that crowd? It's for me!
I'm a one-man Mike Tyson killing machine
I'm gonna hit you
Ow! Why'd you hit me in my face?
See, I'm only 5'1, but you ain't gonna intimidate
Gimme a break, I just wanna fornicate!
Well you'll be spitting out blood with my next hit, okay?
Okay
Bwoop-woop-woop-woop
Hey wait a second, I'm confused
When you're messing around with Mike Tyson, you straight lose
Shit, I got a star, here's my special punch, bro
I think it's time for me to split, three, two, one, K.O
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
It's going down (Punch-Out!!)
That's the name of the game
I hear you motherfuckers talking, but I ain't saying a thing
Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm fucking you up
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