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King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.
King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.
There's no attack for me to mount,
I do not belong in this fight.
I should just stay down for the count,
But it's still early in the night.
King Cocaine has come out swinging,
The Champ is pushing me around.
Misery is what he's bringing,
His jabs are making my head pound.
My confidence is badly bruised,
My ego is shattered again.
All night long I have been abused.
But something tells me I can win.
King Cocaine has ruled the whole night,
Because The Master is quite deft.
He's hit me with so many rights,
He's got me begging for a left.
Once again I am on the ropes,
The Champ is having me for lunch
My pride tells me my only hope,
Is to knock him out with one punch.
King Cocaine has won every round,
It's plain to see the end is near.
It's obvious I should stay down,
Let the misery end right here.
Because I know I'm bound to die,
If I don't throw the towel in.
But I look The Champ in the eye,
I then get up and fight again.
King Cocaine is pleasing the crowd,
Dancing like Muhammad Ali.
Acting like he has done them proud,
As he moves in to knock out me.
I hear the crowd begin to cheer,
I hear The Champ say, "This is it."
I tell him, "I'm still standing here,"
Before I take my final hit.
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