Step into the ring, gloves tight, I'm a menace Feet to the left, quick jab, then I'm finished

Footwork dancing, lookin' like I'm playin' tennis Opps hands, missin' air, zero percentage

Catch him lacking, uppercut him to the bleachers Ref lookin' shocked, crowd sound like screechers

Dodgin' all the hate, feel like Floyd with the features

Punchlines hit, got him studyin' like Teachers Jab, jab, cut, I'm Picasso with a canvas

Weavin' through this nonsense, boy, you mad anxious

Body shot, fold him like a chair, that's a classic Left to right, combo got his corner, call an ambulance

No belt yet, man, I'm treatin' it like practice Talkin' all that noise, now you ghost like Atlantis

Shoulder roll mean, got him swingin' like the planets Box Chevy stance, but no wheels on the canvas

Twelve rounds, man, I'm endin' it in three Southpaw stance, he ain't layin' nothin' clean

Hit him with the check hook, rock him out of his jeans Judge give him ten to eight, he can't even breathe

Dodges to the right, left hand like a missile Mouth too smooth, he soon go out, blow the whistle

Counter with the bop, had him cryin' like a tissue Boxin' on his own knife, prayin' for a wish too

Walk in the ring, no warmup, just sleep him Try to throw a punch, I was gone, I couldn't see him

Counter so fast, he replayin' it in reruns Dropped the first round, now they treat me like Phenomenon

Head fix, stupid boy swingin' at the bleachers I don't trade nothin', I still bully all the Teachers

Punch so clean, had him trippin' by the preachers Whole squad lookin' like they really need a preacher

Nah, cause some people actually do Seek God, he's, he's the only way

Step into the ring, gloves tight, I'm a menace Feet to the left, quick jab, then I'm finished

Footwork dancin', lookin' like I'm playin' tennis Opps hands, missin' air, zero percentage

Step to the ring, he blinked once, got a facelift Jab so quick, left a echo in the basement

Didn't trade nothin', still rockin' out his braces Feint got him lost, like he runnin' through the mazes

One-two slice, got him fallin' like a greeting Hit the body shock, heard his ribs start squeakin

Coach threw the towel, crowd mad, they ain't see it I barely broke a sweat, boy, Dreamin' still sleepin