And what is this guy, as noise and rustle,
Out in the ring, ready to crush any dust and powder?
All told, it is young, its kulak-molot,

Iskolot Instead, it has long been looking for an excuse to fight.
Fear leads to the fighters guy in his shirt,
Bet-vzmah, prah- rest in peace, and those who figure below pahu.

He has good growth and weighs ninety.
And with his legs, guys, not just shoot down routinely.
The magnitude biting, hard blow, so who is he?

As yet there for a new champion radiates at Zend?
Toth, of which all Amadou, told around,
I must go on the ring and show that it accurately steep!


King Ring!


Since Borz mind, it means that another boy brain.
Exploration dzhebom in-shell style and immediately visible Force.
Do not know redundant movements, it is without doubt genius

Faster shadow reached appearance before the sun.
Why force fighting stray lived.
Beat with both hands, suddenly Hook, acute that Shiloh.

Newspapers write: "Zol and aggressive, primitiven"
However, interest from quite a sports guy
Not for the sake of fun, not for the millions

Nameless guy down champions.
It is he who, year after year, their sweat extracted,
To take Jackpot, and it

He now holds apprkot.

King Ring!


(I said I did not need a crown, I changed ...)
Tell that to it that this guy for?

King always blow,
Want boks- post pair with him.
Who knows what the price of the Crown?

Hey, champ, kidneys and treniruy slopes!
Re-rack, Boiko passes deuce.
So many persistent need then sewing and sewing!

Guy own shadow would be sent in teams,
The first round, the last round, the finish Basta, count down!
So what is this guy, as noise and up to,

Out in the ring ready to chew ropes, though babl-gam?
Crown swing: all blevat shot-drink her on the floor!
Referring to the crown in the ring?

Please, this is King Ring!

King Ring!