Clubber Lang (Pain)

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