I got fight my Cool Friday rhyme

You knocked me to the ground,  A blow so strong that even Mike Tyson called you wrong
You had me down for the count, Head spun about I was so hurt that I could'nt shout
You stared at me a while, I saw your smile, A smile crooked like a crocodile
You let out a big chuckle, My spirit buckled, I saw my blood on your big knuckle
My weary eyes they closed, My heart it froze yet somewhere deep inside my anger rose
I wiggled my ten toes, No time to doze,so I stood up straight like funky old clothes
Your eyes widen disbelief, I have no grief but like Wendys I still got the beef
I am Prepared for war, ready for more, I'll test your chin then make your mouth sore
No place for you to get rest, Here come the test, A right a left a cross I bring my best
My fist explode it's volcanic, Feel the panic, From a body that's strictly organic
Terror in the octagon, Your eyes are gone, Pow! One last blow for you to munch on
1,2,3..8.9,10, I got the win, I bet you won't smile in a fight again

Well everyone that's the end of my rhyme, Hope this weekend is a good time
It's another wonderful day,  I wish you all a COOL FRIDAY!!!

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