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[Bruce Lee]I’ve got the baddest fists of fury that the world ever sawDefeat whole karate schools and motherfuckers with clawsHow can you talk more shit, with my fist in yo jaw?Don’t need words to serve ya, I’mma just say WAA-CHAA!Your movies, they bore us, they’re slow as a tortoiseI’m the king of nunchucks, I fucked up Chuck Norris!I invented Jeet Kune Do, so taste my slipper shoeHere’s my two-finger push up, Kung F U![Clint Eastwood]You scream like a girl and got moves like JaggerBut I’ll rip through your ass faster than a Pupu PlatterYou’re in the gym too much Ringo, perfecting kicksYou should spend more time matching your voice up to your lipsYou don’t belong in a fight, you belong in a sweatshopSo go ahead, make my iPodThose little dances you do don’t threaten me, BruceFuck you dude, I event squint better than you[Bruce Lee]I be the good and the bad, you must be the uglyI would mess up yo face, but your mama did it for meDon’t tote yo pistol for a fistful of yo Million Dollar BabiesYou were cool in the 80â€²s, maybe, but now you’re just crazyA man who argues with people who aren’t even thereLetras de cancionesIs more fit to rap against this fucking chair![Clint Eastwood]Do ya feel lucky, punk? That’s what I’m askin’You can’t be too tough, you got killed by an AspirinAnd your one-inch punch? Same size as your peckerLeave the rappin’ to me, stick to Chinese CheckersI’d beat you in round two but that’d be unbelievableNo one in your family ever lives to see a sequel From Letras Mania