Out on your feet standing 8, standing 8   You can't look to me when you sealed your own fate   It's one to four and you're halfway there   I can tell from your face, your and blank stare      That there ain't nothin' going on upstairs   And the state that you're in is despair   It ain't rare that your eyes are seeing double   It's par time for the course 'cause you know, you're in some trouble      One, check the eyes for some vision   Two, I seem to sense indecision   Three, you're getting weak in the knees   Four, crying, please baby, please      Five, begins the loss of the brain cells   Six, six, six, and you go to Hell   Seven, you ain't looking so right   Eight, it's too late, that's the end of the fight      Out on your feet, standing 8   Standing 8, out on your feet, standing 8      So what went wrong, you were so strong   Where's the flow in your show   Must been something, but I don't know   You fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove   It seems to me that your name is mud      Blood on the canvas, painting a portrait   A slice of life and the fact that you're unfit   But you kept steppin' and gettin' your wreckin'   It seems like awhile but it only took a second      Was that right? Was that the left?   Was it the jab? Or was it this hook?      It's undisputed, but who did the damage   Do you think you can manage?   Are you in or are you out?   Now there was a time when your mind was your mind      It's a desperate state I find when you're holding up the peace   Sign your name to the contract to get yourself   Some combat but won't that start bringing about decision   You've got a choice, much due respect or beat into submission