Four score and 65 years in the past
I won the Civil War with my beard
Now I'm here to whup your ass
I've read up on your facts
You cure cancer with your tears?
Well, tell me Chuck how come you never sat down and cried on your career?
You're a washed up has been on TV selling Total Gyms
And you're gonna lose this battle
Like you lost Return of the Dragon
I'll rip your chest hairs out
Put em' in my mouth
I'll squash you like I squashed the South
I never told a lie
And I won't start now
You're a horse with a limp
I'll put you down