When he hits the gong
Won’t be long
Until you’re conked out
Not taking bronze
Not showing my age
Not showing my cards
Showing stone age
Strength and tactics
Sick back takes, slick jitz
Mount him and stick his face in my arse
Cop a knee, stretch, pull his ACL apart
Game plan dodo gone
Afraid, your skin is bán
It’ll be a violent finish, no draw
No withdrawal or call
Off over missed weight
Save the date
It’s on late
Since it’s in the states
Pay per view, put it on the slate
Unmistakable ring around it on the TV guide
The eye of their apples, their family’s pride
Forget March ides, it’s almost July.
Alchemisland 
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