The Adventures of Duane & BrandO - Punch-Out!! lyrics

The name's Little Mac, I'm the Punch-Out king I'll float like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee That god damned Mike Tyson ain't got sh** on me Put the gloves on and K.O. for the world to see I got the Doc in my corner, he's my right-hand man I already beat King Hippo, b**h, I ain't playing I got my special punch ready for you s**ers that test me Knock 'em out in round one, that's how the good Lord blessed me It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up What's up, Doc? (*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*) Uh-huh (*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*) Because I told you before, that I'm the Punch-Out king Mike Tyson ain't got sh** against me in the ring See, I've been training and buffing up, I broke Gla** Joe's nose I'm damn good at what I do, this is the life that I chose See, once you step to the Mac, you're through Come in with an attitude, and leave with a bruise It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up Zero-zero-five-seven-three-seven, baby Before the five-four-two-three for my montage, ladies Like, I don't usually cheat, but the game keeps on f**ing up And now I'm back and ready for the brawl (Now what's up?) See, I've been training for a minute, got my pink suit on As the Doc always told me: (*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*) See I'll keep punching 'em out, sending 'em down the ring Don't even front, you shouldn't have f**ed with me Down on the ground, singing out loud, for sure Little Mac's in the ring, and I ain't gonna take no more (I'm gonna rip out your heart and feed it to you!) (Then step on your children's testicles!) (I'm gonna make you scream like my wife!) The name's Mike Tyson, I'm the king of the ring I got my shoes tied tight My red gloves, and I'm bringing the sting I'm only seventeen, but I'm from Brooklyn, nice to meet ya This town is known for me, the Ninja Turtles, and pizza I'm discombobulatingly devastating, f** with me My defense is impregnable, you got nothing coming b**h, please You hear that crowd? It's for me! I'm a one-man Mike Tyson k**ing machine I'm gonna hit you Ow! Why'd you hit me in my face? See, I'm only 5'1, but you ain't gonna intimidate Gimme a break, I just wanna fornicate! Well you'll be spitting out blood with my next hit, okay? Okay Bwoop-woop-woop-woop Hey wait a second, I'm confused When you're messing around with Mike Tyson, you straight lose sh**, I got a star, here's my special punch, bro I think it's time for me to split, three, two, one, K.O It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up It's going down (Punch-Out!!) That's the name of the game I hear you motherf**ers talking, but I ain't saying a thing Little Mac representing, make your move, then, punk Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f**ing you up