I once had a master named Ching Pong Liu.
He was the greatest to ever teach Kung Fu.
Prepared me for the rough streets of Dayton
With a fly kick powerful enough to defeat Satan.
Next time you want to come at with me with some bullshit
prepare for a kick to the face, backflip, split lip.
To those that want to bring it, bring it.
Whistling without teeth: impossible,
instead try singing, singing.
Outer space, seeing stars blinking
your head will be ringing, ringing.
They say: kick rocks and keep it moving.
Nigga I kick teeth and keep on grooving, grooving.
Now back to my beloved master
he met his fate in a train wreck disaster.
I will forever give him my props
for showing me an alternative to poppin' Glocks.
R.I.P Ching Pong Liu.
How did Chink I mean Ching die?
Ahhh soooo, ahhh soooo.