The name's Little Mac, I'm the Punch-Out!! king.
I'll float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
That God-damned Mike Tyson ain't got s*** on me.
Put the gloves on and KO for the world to see.
I got the Doc in my corner, he's my right-hand man.
I already beat King Hippo b****, I ain't playin'!
I got my special punch ready for you suckers that test me.
Knock 'em out in round one.
That's how the good Lord blessed me.
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.
What's up, Doc?
*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*
Uh-huh.
*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*
Because I told you before, that I'm the Punch-Out!! king.
Mike Tyson ain't got s*** against me in the ring.
See I've been trainin' and buffin' up, I broke Glass Joe's nose.
I'm damn good at what I do, this is the life that I chose!
See once you step to the Mac you're through.
Come in with an attitude and leave with a bruise!
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.
0-0-5-7-3-7 baby!
Before the 5-4-2-3 for my montage ladies.
Like, I don't usually cheat, but the game keeps on f***in' up.
And now I'm back and ready for the brawl, now what's up?
See, I've been trainin' for a minute, got my pink suit on.
As the Doc always told me!
*Bleep-bloop speech sound effect*
See I'll keep punchin' 'em out, sendin' 'em down the ring.
Don't even front you shouldn't have f***ed, with me.
Down on the ground, singin' out loud, for sure.
Little Mac's in the ring, and I ain't gonna take no more.
I'm gonna rip out your heart and feed it to ya.
Then step on your children's testicles.
I'm gonna make you scream like my wife.
The name's Mike Tyson, I'm the king of the ring.
I got my shoes tied tight.
My red gloves and I'm bringin' the sting.
I'm only 17 but I'm from Brooklyn, nice to meet ya.
This town is known for me, the Ninja Turtles and Pizza.
I'm discombobulatingly devastating, f*** with me.
My defense is impregnable, you got nothin' comin'.
B**** please.
You hear that crowd? It's for me.
I'm a one man Mike Tyson killing-machine. I'm gonna hit ya.
Ow! Why'd you hit me in my face?!
See, I'm only 5'1, but you ain't gonna intimidate.
Gimme a break, I just wanna fornicate!
Well you'll be spittin' out blood with my next hit, okay?
Okay, woowoowoowoo. Hey wait a second, I'm confused.
When you're messin' around with Mike Tyson, you straight lose.
S***, I got a star, here's my special punch, bro.
I think it's time for me to split, 3, 2, 1 KO.
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.
It's goin' down, Punch-Out!!, that's the name of the game.
I hear you motherf***ers talkin' but I ain't sayin' a thing.
Little Mac representin', make your move then punk.
Five seconds to the bell and then I'm f***in' you up.