Now I got's ta cut ya deep.

Song about me

Clay comes out to meet Liston
And Liston starts to retreat
If Liston goes back any further
He'll end up in a ringside seat.
Clay swings with a left,
Clay swings with a right,
Look at young Cassius
Carry the fight.
Liston keeps backing
But there's not enough room
It's a matter of time.
There, Clay lowers the boom.
Now Clay swings with a right,
What a beautiful swing,
And the punch raises the bear,
Clear out of the ring.
Liston is still rising
And the ref wears a frown,
For he can't start counting,
Till Sonny comes down.
Now Liston disappears from view.
The crowd is getting frantic,
But our radar stations have picked him up.
He's somewhere over the Atlantic.
Who would have thought
When they came to the fight
That they'd witness the launching
Of a human satellite?
Yes, the crowd did not dream
When they laid down their money
That they would see
A total eclipse of the Sonny!
I am the greatest!

The gloves have been taken off sir.

Fixed for truthfulness.

Hurt'n fo Cert'n!! Ho fo show!

I'm bring'n da ghosts out da closet for this one.

My man, you best keep yo remarks to yo self cuz u bout ta get a Kay-ra-te-chop to da dome!!!!

Good stuff. I like it, lol. You're probably right, haven't touched a vs. card in who knows how long, so I'm sure I've lost it. Since this is the only thing left for us in terms of competition, I'll be there.

But to set things straight, I've been training for a Muay Thai fight for the last 2 months, so I think ducking you little pansies is the least of my concerns, lol.

Would those be the little rubber gloves they make you wear when you're cutting open the plastic pouches of some 'real' chef's food right before you claim you can cook? Or the lace one's with instructions of how to pilot your netdeck to some place in the middle of the pack?

But to set things straight, I've been training for a Muay Thai fight for the last 2 months, so I think ducking you little pansies is the least of my concerns, lol. -Majestic


Says the man more scared than my wife to walk down the street at night, you want some real Blood Sport come on down to the Cult, you think you scarin' us with that Babylon 5 talk, I eat Thai for breakfast Muie Thai. Maybe if you used a little elbow grease you could slide on by instead of havin' ta duck pansies who get your panties in a bunch.

I think Ken has ants in his pants.

Funny, but I heard that people being scared of "The Gangsta's" was the reason that the peeps from So-Cal never come up North.

Oh snap!

Oh it's on... the only thing Torrance has over Costa Mesa is the food... you might as well call it City Buffet because that's the only reason anyone plays there.

What do you call a player who can't play?

Judge!

What do you call a player who can't judge?

Kariggi!

Smell it... take it... that's for you!