Mr. Lewis, Undisputed King

Boots hit the dirt, echoes quake the ground. Mr.

Lewis walks, silence all around. Eyes like fire, hands of stone. This ring's his

temple, this mat his throne. You hear the roar,

you feel the sting. Mr. Lewis takes everything. Demand respect

, power break , kneel before the reckoning's wake.

Demand respect , no room for fear. Mr.

Lewis rules, his reign is clear. Oh. Chains

on his fists, shadows at his back. Glory's his path, no room to