Big thanks to @thebadfatler for joining me on this one. it was a wild ride for sure. I never added more external sound effects in any previous song. Turns out suno studio can do the job. ----- (The Badfatler:) Spit that blood out; here's your mouthguard. The ref's a muppet, the crowd's a mob. Thumb his eye in the clinch and give 'em a grin. "Whoops." Drive your laces into his ribs when you break. Jabber at 'em, while you're at it. Make 'em doubt his own feet. If you ain't bendin' rules, you're just a target standin' still, so learn to move in the margins. Mercy's for men who plan to lose; Now get out there and make 'em wish the bell never rang. (bogey:) I ain't built like a statue don't hit like a truck but i read every rulebook and found every loophole tucked in the fine print where the dirty secrets live every trick they never thought to forbid I nod at the ref, then I'm fishhooking in the grab every foul move I've ever had ref's got cataracts and an envelope in his coat I'm not saying I put it there but i did write the note slipped him a hundo for his pension now he's blind on cue and suddenly I'm doing things i shouldn't be able to (The Badfatler:) Don’t worry ‘bout the judges, kid; they ain't the seein’ type. Their wallets fat, you own the mat, go land a “lucky” strike. High and low, body blow, don’t ever you stop swinging; Do everything it takes till we hear the bell ring (bogey:) whoops! thumb slipped! whoops! didn't mean to! whoops! accidents happen when the ref can't see you whoops! caught my elbow! whoops! blame the glare! not the strongest, not the quickest still the one who leaves the richest! bell rings, touch gloves, I step on his foot grind it through the canvas he's stuck where he stood he's off balance, I'm talking "your corner looks nervous, is that sweat or tears? either way you're worthless" headbutt in the pocket forehead to the nose "sorry ref, I tripped!" that's just how the story goes laces in the liver when we separate clean most painful handshake that this chump has ever seen cup check? more like cup wreck low blow on the sly crowd's booing but I send 'em a kiss goodbye (The Badfatler:) Ha ha! That’s it kid! You’re takin’ home the gold! You fight like this, I promise, winnin’s never gettin’ old. You’ve got ‘em on the ropes, bogey, I see it in his eyes. I think he sees it now, consolation, a poor prize. Poor sap, he never stood a chance; dope’s a real palooka. Now clean ‘em up, knock ‘em out, paint ‘em shades of fuschia (bogey:) whoops! elbow flew! whoops! what'd i do? whoops! these things occur when the rules are just a blur whoops! hate to see it! whoops! can't believe it! playing chess while you play checkers leaving winners, leaving wreckers sand in my trunks from a beach I've never seen toss it in his face now he's fighting with a dream while he's swinging at shadows of a fighter that ain't rabbit punch rabbit punch rabbit punch faint holding his head down, uppercuts from the basement doc checks his pupils I'm adjusting my placement for the photo op for the belt raise high cleanest dirty fighter underneath this filthy sky they'll review the tape and they'll find almost nothing 'cause I'm not breaking rules I'm just aggressive hugging (whoops) whoops I won again whoops the streak extends not the strongest, not the best but I passed every test with a grin and a wink ref who don't think whoops (whoops!) that's just how I play make 'em wish the bell never rang today!
