Necro

[Intro: Clip from Out For Justice]
- I’ve noticed a lot of boxing memorabilia. We got some gloves over here. Pictures everywhere. Who’s the boxer?
- Me
- You’re the boxer?
- Yeah
- You a tough guy?
- Yeah, tough enough
- Really? What could you do?
- To you?
- Yeah
You getting brutalized!
(Verse one)
I’m a street fighter like M. Bison
I might bite you like Tyson, trife with a license
Put ice on the cut, doctors’ll be splicing it up
Rocky snuffed right to the gut
I’m a Spartan, start beef my fists will harden
You punch like a girl but you ain’t Christy Martin
You get no love, hit you with no gloves
Duff you like sure enough shove you no one’s above
My thunder and lightning, your eyes sting
No wonder you need Visine, not surprising, London Prize Ring
You felt were ill, your black belt ain’t shit
When you’re attacked in your jail cell you fainted
While you’re pumping dope in you I’m jumping rope
There’s no hope for you dope, chump, jealous lazy bum
No matter son I’m training whether it’s sunny or raining