Welcome ladies and gents to tonight’s main event/
This fight isn’t for titles or a check to pay rent/
It’s about respect/ One fighter will have his chin checked/
And a dent in his ego he’s gonna try to prevent/
The first competitor we present is named Confidence/
He’s a rookie/ Ready to give 100 percent/
Full of energy / and down to experiment/
Claims he can punch a hole in a block of cement/
And on the other side/ The veteran: Doubt/
Virtually undefeated after hundreds of bouts/
A big mouth with a bigger reputation for knockouts/
This match is 12 rounds in front of a sold out crowd/
Let’s get ready to rumble/Confidence stumbles/
One “Why are you trying?” jab and the bridge of his nose crumbles/
It doesn’t pay to be humble/ He tried to give daps/
Doubt saw that as the perfect chance to attack/
One “That’s why she dissed you” sucker punch to the gut/
And an uppercut of “Even your mother thinks you suck”/
But Confidence isn’t through/ A “Worked hard, went to school”/
Combo/ But Doubt dodges them all/ He’s so smooth/
A blow to the ribs/ “Your not the father of your kids”/
“Your not rich/ You’re somebody nobody would miss”/
Confidence is bleeding/ He sure is taking a beating/
“That time you got caught cheating? You nearly cried you weakling”/
“When’s the last time you got some ass?”/Confidence is on the mat/
No surprise/ Doubt made his face a punching bag/
He’s not up by the count of 5/ Is he even alive?/
He’s on one knee/ Let’s see if he makes it in time/
Confidence gets up at nine/ A haymaker to Doubt’s eye/
“I did cry/ I was mad at myself because I lied”/
Doubt’s eye is beginning to swell/ Confidence has been through hell/
But by the way he’s swinging now/ You can scarcely tell/
“I take pride in the truth and I learn when I lose”/
Confidence is putting his footwork to good use/
The momentum is shifting/ Doubt is swinging but missing/
Every blow adds to Confidence’s chance of winning/
Doubt throws a lazy hook/ “You’re ugly/ look”/
A counterpunch of “So what”/ And Doubt’s body is shook/
But he tries to mount a comeback/ “Look. You ain’t Black”/
“You can’t dance or rap/ You’re coffee with half and half”/
“And you’re not white/ That’s why they don’t treat you right”/
“You’re a loser in life you uneducated kike”/
Confidence steps to the side/”That’s their problem, not mine”/
Fist and jaw collide/ Doubt goes down this time/
He can’t get up/ It’s the end of the fight/
For now/ The rematch is every night for life…

My ill is impregnable
My freestyle is indefatigable
Praise to Bambatta
I will eat the beat’s children
What I mean to say is: were it possible for an instrumental to have sexual intercourse
And produce offspring,
Said offspring would be a midmorning snack with a protein shake