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 bitch 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 ass you see you didn't

 

realize he stung your ass 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 like its a whore

 

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 ass 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 ass 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 ass 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 ass monk old as your trunk got to be full of junk ready to flunk all up in

 

my face smell like shit 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 cunt 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