King Gordy - Fearless lyrics

Woke up early in the morning
Punched my bitch in the face i done started
Training day, time to get into shape
Now I'm jogging the newspaper boy
Gets in the way
I just dropped him six jabs all to the waist
Now I'm sparing with my neighbor
On his lawn throwing haymakers
Upper cut his old ass
Punch him in his pace maker
When I'm done I'm so fast
Running like a great racer
Beard and mustache, like it's 28 days later
Now I'm in a big freezer, freezing
I'm swinging hittin' meat till
My fist are bleedin'
Now you can see this lean
It seems I'm gettin' meaner
No pain my brain only
Envisions Caesar's palace
Now I'm battling across the atlas
And people in the masses have
Seen me in action
Weaving beatin' down anything he had in him
See we be champions before you
Got this ass whooping

Who's ready to rumble in the jungle
Well this is the right type song for you
Oh we'll make a few months of hard training
Amazingly look like a minute or two
Now the whole crowd's cheering for you
Cause they know there ain't no limit to you
Show the world your fearless, fearless
Fearless

Round two, you got knocked out
Your down, your shocked, the crowd boos
There's white towels around, you stop
This all a dream and all
He needs is some water
The kids has lost all his steam
It's a slaughter says the referee
But wait and see all his strength will come
This is his destiny
As long as hes breathing he
Will not accept defeat
Round three I don't think that this
Clown will probably be standing
I bet this man lands on the canvas
Fast as a matter of fact
I even shake hands with it
That makes it official just wait 'till
They get you to the corner
They give him a speech that's so my pistol
This is simple
And you come out shooting while
Your opponent running around moving
He starts to hear the sound of him losing
And that's your theme music
Las Vegas sings to it
Now let's see in round three if he can do it

Who's ready to rumble in the jungle
Well this is the right type song for you
Oh we'll make a few months of hard training
Amazingly look like a minute or two
Now the whole crowd's cheering for you
Cause they know there ain't no limit to you
Show the world your fearless, fearless
Fearless

We're at three now let's see who the best be
Test me I bet he turns to gently
Step please
I now have you sweat and stressing
Come with your best swing hes
Giving me everything he's got
But it means nothing cause hes summering
I keep punching him, please, go in the corner
Take a breather or something
But he insisted on me giving him fists
As if it was gifts on Christmas
Bitch I'm relentless
Give him a Mentho-Lyptus
So he can smell again as god as my witness
I'll make it swell again
His nose broken, my eye swollen
But, I'm controlling him
Roping, doping him pinning him down
Baby I'm holding him we come to the end
His lungs hit him in
He falls and he's struggling to
Make it up again
And as the referee counts almost up to 10
The poor guy jumps up and then