Fight night

three in half hours we coming in so hot

 

like fire in the night show you they shine

 

so bright thought mike Tyson was going to win the fight

 

that night it was looking so right every thing looked good from that first glance

 

he had the stance girls shaken like they from France making all of nexflix

 

dance put everyone in a trance Jake in his diamond pants man i didn't think

 

had a chance thought all he did was you tube rant and big chants both step toe

 

toe into the ring all you hear is ding ding and then they clinch up like both them

 

having romance i figure this this by chance but i see mikes stance brakes like

 

lance now i see Jake one two three do the shaken bake arms like swinging a

 

rake Tyson arm up cant take a break iron metal hot coal dark as your soul he

 

would knock you out cold and you all know iron mike always had the belt didn't

 

care how you felt when its your time you got dealt step up get checked and

 

wrecked Mike hit you with one two three leave you on your butt you see you

 

didn't realize he stung you like a Big Black Bee coming out of a tree making

 

all bubble bees flee because he always hit the right key with that one two TKO

 

you went off your feet that was your last meet there was no getting back up in

 

your seat now you just got beat mike skinned you like your a sheep beat you

 

like you was creep on the streets that ant had a shower for weeks now your

 

trying to eat but mike wrapped you up like a sheet that folded real neat now

 

you seen the heat rap-beat got you down in your seat mike took em all out with

 

out a doubt but now its time to shine and go out older mans last stand for the

 

fans raise your toast for this one last United we stand iron mike will not fall he

 

keeps making one last curtain call one Nation under god see the signs the

 

writing on the wall this old man time has shown for all he and she

 

to see mike we love you but you cant be taken another beaten you see your

 

old now knees weak and creek move real slow big still bold hard headed

 

but not cold wrath's still in your head heart full of gold mike will not fold stand

 

high mighty taking his beating last breath still will not go out most be out at first

 

count mike wont go out taking his last route in his mind your about to be out

 

this time mike just stand and its time for Jake to take him out and that's what

 

its all about that's what the title was people paying for Netflix cant even get in

 

the door buffering more more mike makes a comeback get in beat left and

 

right trying to take flight but Jake gets him like a snake back and forward his

 

arms look like rakes mike just seems to shake and holds his fire shape keeps

 

burning strong for fifty eight no one ever thought he was fake blow your mind

 

how he shined like a diamond all the time man on the grind one last round not

 

one frown bust your butt down not one sound like a pound on the ground split

 

you open while you keep hope in thought he was big Token always on

 

YouTube in the hot box smoking last round for bowling hes not going out for the

 

night shoes shine like wearing big bright lights mike decides to slide right with

 

one last strike he try not to bite gloves so damn tight darkest blue in line of

 

sight just sit tight wait for the right time of the night paint you like your a stripe

 

everyone's on Skype no its not all hype Jake got the height arms so long like

 

hes playing ping pong down in Hong Kong eaten Wong tong discords racked

 

up packaged like fat cake get-in ready to bake Jake's lucky he blessed with

 

fate all i see is click bait people reminisce about the hate Tyson looks blazed

 

but he not late always trying to meditate keep-in shape never trying to skate

 

not trying be like Nate silo siphon mushrooms leave him in his own tycoon lost

 

in the room never left in his own tomb beat in your butt like a big baboon

 

leaven all fat cats left to nap this rhyme is zap i put on my cap rats run from

 

city cat rap on your USB setup laptop backwards set with life lock bank secure

 

like trio lock flow so cold i am like rock salt put me on vanilla & ice i might

 

rhyme twice kick back send a tweet back put me on Xes back fly soda pop

 

rocket try not crash-et moving like sprocket coming out like a phone out of

 

pocket half cocked loaded like David crochet trying fire spring field military

 

rifle loaded from his own pants and pocket do not try to knock it or James

 

Bowie might cut your head off with his big knife and like it don't try to fight it

 

head gone like red meat getting ready to leave you on the table like left over

 

spaghetti on a Sunday no its not really a fun day Trump back in the front no

 

need to even grunt hes ready and pumped tired of all kamala stunts acting

 

like a fake trash monk old as your trunk got to be full of junk ready to flunk all up

 

in my face smell like trash bud its bunk always thinking shes trying to be krunk

 

then Aoc comes on the media said she lame as a chump she mid-well be a

 

stump mean while we all know she a flunk just like this lump on the head you

 

could end up dead concussion iv fed left taken med out in the rain like air

 

plane this land is insane disaster of all claims left in pain because of captain

 

Shane has no aim everyone starts to blame dead body's in there chair some

 

flying thew the air like there's no health care this very rare people everywhere

 

blood twisted vains old man with his cane from Spain was not even lame tried

 

to maintain plane goes bursting in flames thought we was playing games now

 

you got strange names burning in massive jet flames missing all lanes flying

 

threw air waves last one to be saved this not a staged left in a daze as i take

 

a gaze i raise my hand and say when is the final days.