Fearless

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 joggin' the newspaper boy gets in the way I just dropped him six jabs all to the waist Now, I'm sparing with my neighbour, 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 twenty eight days later Now I'm in a big freezer, freezin' 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 raking 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 he's giving me everything he's got But it means nothing 'cause he's 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 controllin' him Ropin', dopin' him pinnin' him down, baby I'm holdin' 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 ten The poor guy jumps up and then!