Ring Rang Rung Wrong
I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.
It's no life worth livin' to get
your bell rang.
Or worse, to punch a good man
to his death,
Just to get the gawkers to
sing your song!
And move up the rung
to where you think you belong.
The escalation seems so wrong.
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