Think punk like you can beat me, outfeat me, think again pansy

I am become ninja, standin’ before you bad-bum ****, the foe of Ash Ketchum

Aint nobody can outleet me, spank meat better than me, going berserk á Gordon Ramsay

You’re shakin’, aren’tcha? Split second ‘fore i stuff my nunchuck up your rectum

Defeatin’ this without cheatin’, thought is ridiculus

Like some big-bum black dude I’ll punch your lights out

Them soars bleedin’, sit there n’lick your puss

Hand it over, hack, n’ I wont be rude or claim a miscount