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This I predict and I know the score,
I'll be champ of the world in '64.
When I say three, they'll go in the third,
So don't bet against me, I'm a man of my word....
He is the greatest! Yes!
I am the man this poem's about,
I'll be champ of the world, there isn't a doubt.
Here I predict Mr. Liston's dismemberment,
I'll hit him so hard; he'll wonder where October and November went.
When I say two, there's never a third,
Bettin' against me is completely absurd.
When Cassius says a mouse can outrun a horse,
Don't ask how; put your money where your mouse is!
I AM THE GREATEST! (en) |
