that the world ever saw

defeat whole karate schools

and mother fuckers with claws

how can you talk more shit

with my fist in your jaw

don't need words to serve ya

Imma just say

waaataaaw

your movies they bore us

they're slow as a tortoise

I'm the king of nunchucks

I fucked up Chuck Norris

I invented Jeet Kune Do

so taste my slipper shoe

here's my two finger push up

Kung F-U

you scream like a girl

and got moves like Jagger

but I'll rip through your ass faster

than a Pu-Pu platter

you're in the gym too much Ringo

perfecting kicks

you should spend more time

matching your voice up to your lips

you don't belong in a fight

you belong in a sweatshop

so go ahead

make my iPod

those little dances you do

don't threaten me Bruce

fuck you dude

I even squint better than you

I beat the good and the bad

you must be the ugly

I would mess up your face

but your mama did it for me

go tug your pistol for a fist full

of your million dollar babies

you were cool in the eighties maybe

but now you're just crazy

a man who argues with people

who aren't even there

is more fit to rap against

this fucking chair

do you feel lucky punk?

that's what I'm asking

you can't be too tough

you got killed by an aspirin

and your one inch punch

same size as your pecker

leave the rapping to me

stick to Chinese Checkers

I'd beat you in round two

but that'd be unbelievable

no one in your family

ever lives to see a sequel

who won?

who's next?

you decide