Seryoga King Ring Lyrics

What is this guy, as the crackle and rustle,
Out in the ring, ready to grind any in the dust and gunpowder?
All told, he's young, his fist-hammer
But p____ed, he had to fight looking for an excuse.
Terrifying the boy soldiers in his shirt,
Beats-swing, the nines, those marks below the groin.
He came out of good growth and weighs ninety.
And with his feet, guys, knock the ceremony is not easy.
Span biting, hit hard, so who is he?
What else is there for a new champion rushing on the rampage?
One that all the tinder, say around
Should leave the ring and show that it accurately cool!

King Ring!

It looks greyhound, so that even the guy brain.
Exploration jabs in case - immediately visible style and force.
Do not know your movement, it is without a doubt a genius,
Quickly gets to the shade solar plexus.
Where force betta crazy lived.
Beat with both hands, suddenly hook, sharp, if an awl.
The newspapers say: "angry and aggressive, primitive"
However, interest in the guy quite a sports
Not for fun, not for the sake of millions of
Nameless boy knocks champions.
He who from year to year shook his sweat
To take the jackpot, and now
He now spends apprkot.

King Ring!

(I said I did not need a crown - I changed my mind ...)
Say that for him, what is this guy?
King is always in the mood,
Want a box with him to wait a couple.
Who knows what the price of the Crown?
Hey, champ, practice dives and slopes!
Stand again, boldly goes deuce.
So many persistent need then sewing and cutting-out!
The boy would have sent his own shadow in the knockdown
The first round, the last round, finish basta, count down!
So who is this guy, as a noise
Out in the ring ready to chew ropes, like bubble-gum?
Crown swing: puke all down his shot-drink!
You see the crown in the ring?
Remember, this is King Ring!

King Ring!