From day one of my life my father pressure me into his sport...
Forced me into training and practice, cuttin my childhood short...
Then I grew to love it, my life was revolved around it...
I perfected the game and no one could even land a hit...
Feared by all other opponents and could barely get a fair match...
Known all around the world, became famous, got myself attatched...
Get a beautiful wife and have a baby boy to raise into the game...
But I gave him time to grow and at age 12 it was time to tame...
In one year he showed amazing progress and was double my level at his age...
The year after that he was ready to go on to the big time stage...
We entered him into the tourny of the best boxers in the world...
I was so nervous for him when the first bell rang my stomach curled...
But he flew through the rounds and finally made it into the championship...
Against last year's champ, I was hysteric and my wife told me to get a grip...
The guy was double his size and strength, didnt know what would happen...
Bell rang and the champ was toying with my boy, continuosly slappin him...
My son brought his arm back to throw a huge punch...
But the champ ducked it and returned with a bunch...
My boy made it into rround two but was bloddy as hell...
While the champ was barely sweating and waved farewell...
I threw in the towel before my boy really got too hurt...
My boy freaked out saying that eventually his punches would convert...
But I told him that he was only 16 and his loss was dealt...
And that next year he'd be back to take the champion belt...

werd

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That Old School Mother Fucker

Aint That A Bitch?

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