I am not afraid,
I am not afraid,
To bob and weave my way in
And if I can't hit his chin,
It will be no sin,
For I shall smash him
Straight to the liver
And give him a shiver;

A shot to the ribs
To perhaps crack a few--
or even a spleen shot
would even do;

I am not afraid of the Klitschkos
Because all I will need to do
Is rush them quickly and throw
Thundering blows to the body---

Can someone come forth
To do this easy task?
And not sit back without moving their head
Right in the Klitschkos punching range?

Who has the heart? And who has the nerve?
To take those brothers titles
That they do not deserve?