some fight (shoot out to Ali)
Dear sonny Liston
You betta be prepared to pay that hospital bill
Cause ima kill yah
You ain’t no challenge to me
you gon be throwing punches
and I’m just gonna be dodging
um dodging them like a bee
I ain’t even have to try.
They gonna be calling you sonny the bear
Cause all you is, is a lumbering bear
You take 3 steps
Bam!!!
yo ass is on the ground
And I’m already circling you for the third time
You ain’t never fought in yo life
You call them fights before?
You call them poor excuses for fighters a test?
Floyd Patterson?
who is that?
I can tell you Who
A
Uncle Tom negro
Probably didn’t want to stay in the ring with yo ass cause you smell like you haven’t wiped yo ass in months
you ain’t never seen anything like me.
Ima be throwing punches so fast that yo mama will be looking dazed that her sonny just fell down
Ima be coming at you and you ain’t gonna do nothing about it
I’m sooo fast
Too fast for a big negro like you
You a human punching bag to me
Except a punching bag has more character then you
They say you have the strongest left hook in the business
They say that you make these white folks fear their sanity when you come tumbling out knocking all these white folks out
But you ain’t never fought Clay
Cause Clay gonna end your career with just a single jab
I’ll give you 6 rounds
I could finish you of in the first seconds but what’s the fun in that?
you betta be ready cause when I come your going wishing that you ain’t never decided to put on a glove
Best regards
Cassius clay the man who’s gonna take your title
Ps
tell your wife that Clays in town. she’s gonna wanna be with a real man when she sees what I do to you.
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