Undisputed

# Cat out green that

could deal with weez' #

# Homie quick like coupes,

'cause they feel the breeze #

# And I'm Holly Grove's hear,

the hood made me trill #

# The hottest hot boy,

baby, time reveal #

# And I'm Momma's oldest boy,

Papa's first seed #

# But Papa's not real,

he don't bleed what I bleed #

# I'm nineteen strong,

a kid with a kid #

# And ain't too many people

outdid what I did #

# I rock bricks down,

I rock ever town #

# I puff the best 'Bro,

pound for pound #

# Now say round,

the boy tough not bluff #

# Yeezy weezy,

young money squad up #

# I do this for

the penitentiar #

# I stunt for y'all while

I'm spending these dollars #

# I like cells

like four-corner blocks... #

Knockdown! Knockdown!

Another victory

for Sweetwater!

And now, for your

entertainment pleasure...

while we get ready

for the main event...

give it up for the Gat Boyz!

# You in the ghetto #

# We ain't got

no hustlers here #

# Get down and give me ten #

# I don't know what

you've been told #

# Motheruckin' rock 'n' roll #

# Blame it on the bullshit #

# To the north, to the south

to the east to the west #

I saw Louis the night

that he beat Braddock...

won the title. 1937.

Louis hits him

with a left and a right!

And Braddock is down!

Straight right hand to the jaw.

Christ, they could've

counted to fifty.

He was the best heavyweight...

that ever fought

under the modern rules.

No discussion, the best.

Then the fucking government

chased him about taxes.

Fucking IRS,

fucking bureaucrat assholes.

F*ck it.

# I don't know

what you've been told #

# Motheruckin' rock 'n' roll #

# Blame it on the bullshit #

# To the north, to the south,

to the east, to the west #

# To the north, to the south,

to the east, to the west #

in the west corner,

weighing in at 230 pounds...

wearing the green trunks

with the gold trim...

he's undefeated with

eight wins and no losses.

Representing

the State Prison at Loda...

the great white hope,

Vern Van Zant!

# Let me tell you boys

who you're messing with #

Now in the east corner...

he's also undefeated

and defending champion...

with a record of

weighing in at 191 pounds...

wearing the burgundy trunks

with the black trim...

Sweetwater's own,

Monroe Hutchen!

All right now, shit birds,

y'all both know the rules.

I want a nice, clean fight,

nothing below the belt.

You understand me? Let's box.

Now remember,

brother convicts...

if you learned how to act...

they wouldn't have to fight

inside of a cage.

And be on your

best behavior, too...

'cause we don't want

no incidents, all right?

Now, let's see what

the pride of Loda...

has to offer against

the great Monroe.

Give Hitler's cousin

his lunch, baby.

It's all you, baby!

It's all you!

Yeah! Come on now!

Come back

from the rail-get back,

And there go the bell.

Here we go.

Monroe comes out

and peppers him...

with a nice left hand,

And another left hand,

Monroe's

just feeling him out...

popping him with

a little left hand,

He going to shine that

bald head up, for sure,

Move your feet!

Oh, yeah, that's right!

Yeah! Yeah!

Beat the teeth out of

his mouth, Monroe!

Come on, man!

A left

and a right by Monroe!

This guy hasn't

tagged Monroe yet,

How in the hell

could you be 6-6, 280...

and look wobbly already? Ooh!

He's down! He's down!

He's already down!

Vern Van Zant is down!

We're not even halfway

through the first round...

and he's already down!

Excuse me, sir,

we just got some big news.

The word is, the Iceman's

day of arrival is tomorrow.

E.T.A., 2 p. m.

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