Clubber Lang (Pain) Lyrics

I'm gonna torture him, I'm the baddest man in the world

You should be very afraid when you see me with my fist curled.

Doing pushups knuckles down on the concrete

I'm ready for beef I'm attracting static like dryer sheets

I don't mince words I'll pound you into mincemeat

And show your wife the definition of a real athlete

Give her pipe at the pad and pound her from the back like a punching bag

In and out of her vag like I'm slipping the jab.

Oh, you mad? Good, I need that energy

I'm about to show the world I'm the champion you pretend to be

It's the fight of the century I'm bringing pain and misery

I didn't come to lose I'm packing heavy artillery

I'm about to make history my propensity

For causing serious injury will guarantee a victory

I pity the fool for thinking he could get with me

What I'm about to unleash will go down in infamy

I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion

Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me

And I'm coming for number one stay out of my way

I'm Clubber Lang my prediction is pain

I'm gonna bust him up, tell Balboa I'm coming

Stop ducking me I want my fucking shot end of discussion

I'm the number one contender no if ands or buts

Instead of giving him a statue, give Rocky some guts

Better yet, check his boxers; he's missing a pair of nuts

Mickey got you gassed up talking tough

As if I won't knock you the fuck out see this fight could end really bad

If you're feeling froggy then Rocky leap off the lily pad

It's amazing how I turn pain to poetry

I've been climbing the ranks hoping somebody would notice me

I'm here now and I'm leaving with your belt on my waist

And you better wipe that look off your face. Before I knock it off

I'm up next snapping your neck with this right cross

You're like a bobblehead and your chin is cotton soft

See I'm what you used to be uncivilized

I'm indestructible you can see the hunger in my eyes

I'm here to eat all the food in the kitchen

This fight is barbeque kitchen I got your manager wishing

That he didn't sign you up for this beating I'm about to give you

And it's not hyperbole when I say I'm gonna kill you

I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion

Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me

And I'm coming for number one stay out of my way

I'm Clubber Lang my prediction is pain.

I'm gonna crucify him, really bad

And the only thing you're leaving this ring with is a motherfucking toe tag

Welcome to the terrordome I get wicked

Like the drummer Chuck D mentioned I'll beat you senseless

You're utterly defenseless when I'm swinging like Ramirez for the fences

You're bound to lose all five senses

After we engage in these fisticuffs take your whole career and rip it up

This is my time just give it up

I'm the fresh face of the new world order

Fuck Creed I don't need no has-beens in my corner

Nobody can't stop me; my spot is solidified

Pound for pound I'm the goat and no one can tell me otherwise

You just stepped in the ring with a deadly weapon

It's a 12-round bout but I'm ending it in the 2nd

I'm the undisputed champ whether you like it or not

And I'll destroy any man who tries to take what I got!

I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion

Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me

And I'm coming for number one stay out of my way

I'm Clubber Lang my prediction is pain