King Ring

King Ring

What kind of guy is this, with a bang and a crash,
Stepped into the ring, ready to crush anyone into dust and ashes?
Everyone says he's young, his fist is like a hammer,
But he's sharp, he's been looking for a reason to fight for a long time.
He instills fear in the fighters, this guy in a shirt,
He strikes with a swing, dust and ash for those aiming lower.
He's tall and weighs a good ninety.
And from his feet, guys, knocking him down is not easy at all.
A powerful swing, a strong blow, who is he?
Who's this new champion coming to the ring?
The one everyone talks about, surrounding him,
Must step into the ring and show that he's truly cool!

King Ring!

At first glance, it means this guy also has a brain.
Scouting with a jab to the body - immediately seen style and force.
He doesn't know unnecessary movements, he's undoubtedly a genius,
Faster than shadows reaching to solar plexus.
Where does the strength come from, a crazy fighter's vein.
He hits with both hands, suddenly a whoosh, sharp, like a needle.
The newspapers write: "Fierce and aggressive, primitive"
However, the guy's interest is quite sporty
Not for fun's sake, not for millions
The nameless guy chops down champions.
He's the one who year after year saved his sweat,
To win the jackpot, and now
He's currently making a comeback.

King Ring!

(I was told I don't need a crown - I changed my mind...)
Tell me, who is he, what kind of guy is this?
The king is always in action,
Want to box - stand with him in a pair.
Who knows the price of the crown?
Hey, champion, train your kidneys and bow!
Another stance, a confident pass of the two.
So confident, then you need to sew and stitch later!
This guy would send his own shadow to a knockout,
First round, last round, finish, enough, count down!
So what kind of guy is this, with all the noise and fuss,
Stepped into the ring ready to chew ropes, like bubblegum?
The crown swings: everyone bark at their shot-drink!
See the crown in the ring?
Remember, this is King Ring!

King Ring!