One day I go to dancing in a festival club
Where females do a dance move like a testicle rub
Maybe I find a woman to call my private phone
Or maybe I find a woman to clean my private zone
I see a silly man who was a real party dude
He make fun of my clothes like he want to start a feud
I say you are a wimpy man you do not want to mess me
You dancing like a woman, your movement don’t impress me
So then he throw a punch at me, but I yell out wait!
I must get my boxing gloves before you meet your fate
I reach into my knapsack, to pull out a glove
He scream “you can’t stop a fight!’ and give my head a shove
So I shout, that’s it, no more Mr. Nice Man!
You push me in the head once, you do not push me twice man
I throw my sack to ground, and get into a stance
With one punch he hit the floor he did not have a chance