Lyrics

Round one, you ain’t walk it like your walkout
Round two, is that all you got at all-out?
Round three, clock is ticking, better clock out
Fists’ll make ‘em fall down
Hit ‘em with a knockout
Round one, all that talking, where your balls now?
Round two, you get washed if you ain’t watch out
Round three, think you popping ‘till I pop — pow!
Count to ten, they call out
I just won by knockout

I hit the Matt, the mat he hits
I did the math, all you mad ‘cause I got hits
Matter of fact, the match is fixed
I win en masse ‘cause y’all are average, y’all are mid
Foes be slain by these silver gloves, but I want gold
Joke-Explainer, my skill level’s beyond pro
Step aside Matt, like COMMON, I been a hero
You throw a racket at the bottom, love is zero
You couldn’t keep up with “right, left, block”
Quiet that talk, them jaws yapping like the tightrope walk
The mic gon’ drop if everybody wanna write me off
Fly you’re not, wings are Icarus, not pilot, stop
Flops, all of you, bar none, chuck a chair at ‘em
(Umm, I think that’s wrestling) I don’t care about it
Hit below to be above, like I ain’t playing fair about it
Written blows are lethal punches, y’all can just despair about it

Round one, you ain’t walk it like your walkout
Round two, is that all you got at all-out?
Round three, clock is ticking, better clock out
Fists’ll make ‘em fall down
Hit ‘em with a knockout
Round one, all that talking, where your balls now?
Round two, you get washed if you ain’t watch out
Round three, think you popping ‘till I pop — pow!
Count to ten, they call out
I just won by knockout