Empty Glass Means Nothing Round I Fight Lyrics

First round Red corner come from Cuba. And blue corner come from America. Referee talks the rules, 1 2 ready to fight. Arrrr... Body blows. Arrrr...let your hook. Come on come on how. Let...let me down. You give me pain. How you? I give you pain. Don't give a f**k..! You give me pain. How you? I give you pain. Give me one more,"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8" ,Come on one, come on one more. The punch is my painkiller, Come on one, come on one more. Your punch so painless.... the painkiller