Tournament King

I stand tall in the center ring Everyone pays attention For I'm about to start the game The world is going to turn One wears blue He who wears red But I don't have much clue The audience is on flare Keep the match going Make all things right But who are you to judge me I see my own rules right Don't you dare to speak my language I might not understand You are barking in a wrong tree Your words are not bland Still in the end I'm the tournament king If you don't know how I set my game I think this game is not your thing.