(Barking, growling) Uhh! Yeah! Bean Ryders! Dark Man B! Introducing... B-E-A-N! Get ready! (Verse 1) Yo, I'm the Bean, you heard? Straight outta the can, uh! But I ain't soft, I'm hard, a heavyweight champ, fam! From the garden to the ring, I bring the pain, what! Left hook, right jab, make 'em feel the strain, uh! Sweat drippin', muscles ripplin', every fight a beast, Ain't no half-steppin', I'm comin' for the feast! They call me "The Crusher," "The Green Machine," it's true, Knockin' 'em out cold, yeah, that's what I do! Got that fire in my belly, that hunger in my soul, Every punch I throw, watchin' my opponents fall! So step in the square, if you think you got the heart, But you'll be on the canvas, torn completely apart! A-yo, BEAN! (Chorus) Grrr! I'm the Bean! The champ with the meanest stare! Knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em gaspin' for air! But when the bell rings, and the crowd starts to chill, I'm in my truck, yo, makin' a second hustle, still! Electronics, son, from the back of my ride, Used but good, yeah, nothin' to hide! So come get your gear, I got what you need, yo, From the ring to the street, watchin' my profits grow! (Verse 2) Yeah, the gloves come off, the blood gets wiped away, But the grind don't stop, I gotta make that pay! See me rollin' in my pickup, windows tinted dark, Trunk full of treasures, makin' my own mark! Laptops, headphones, speakers, screens and more, Gently used, but they'll open any door! Got that vintage boombox, still bumpin' the beats, Got that old school console, for them retro treats! No fake deals here, my word is my bond, uh-huh, Straight up business, from dusk 'til the dawn! Folks line up nightly, they know what I'm about, Quality electronics, there ain't no doubt! You want a bargain? You come see the Bean, After I've been kickin' ass in the boxing scene! What! (Chorus) Grrr! I'm the Bean! The champ with the meanest stare! Knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em gaspin' for air! But when the bell rings, and the crowd starts to chill, I'm in my truck, yo, makin' a second hustle, still! Electronics, son, from the back of my ride, Used but good, yeah, nothin' to hide! So come get your gear, I got what you need, yo, From the ring to the street, watchin' my profits grow! (Bridge) They see the muscles, they see the fear in their eyes, But they don't see the hustle, the grit that truly lies Beneath the surface, the drive to succeed, Plantin' them seeds, watchin' my empire breed! From the gym to the asphalt, I'm always on the move, Provin' to the world, I got somethin' to prove! No days off, no excuses, just pure dedication, Buildin' my legacy, through every situation! Uhh! (Chorus) Grrr! I'm the Bean! The champ with the meanest stare! Knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em gaspin' for air! But when the bell rings, and the crowd starts to chill, I'm in my truck, yo, makin' a second hustle, still! Electronics, son, from the back of my ride, Used but good, yeah, nothin' to hide! So come get your gear, I got what you need, yo, From the ring to the street, watchin' my profits grow! (Outro) Yeah! The Bean! Remember the name! (Barking) Bean Ryders for life! Uhh! One! Two! Three! Four! Get at me! B gon' give it to ya! Yeah! (Growls and barks fade)
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