Let's get ready to rumble.
I'm watching PBS because cable news makes me violently ill.
"It be like midnight, my chin ain't right to have a fistfight/
So if we throw I'ma blow quicker than the fo'/
Take your head off, the gust of wind wipe your sweat off/
Set off similar to Vivica Fox, wheeling and skidding the tires/
Fire expire your block, tie you in knots."