I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.
If you even dream of beating me, you’d better wake up and apologize.
I’m not the greatest, I’m the double greatest. Not only do I knock ’em out, I pick the round.
I’m so confident, I could wrestle a lion if he’d just give me a 10-second head start.
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee – your hands can’t hit what your eyes can’t see.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
It’s hard to be humble when you’re as great as I am.
I’m so fast that when I turn off the lights, I’m in bed before the room gets dark.
I’m so mean, I make medicine sick.
I’m the best at talking trash. Nobody can out-talk me, not even a parrot.
I shook up the world! I shook up the world!
I’m not a great boxer, I’m a master of psychological warfare.
I’ve wrestled with alligators. I’ve tussled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning and thrown thunder in jail.
I’ve never lost a fight in my life. I just ran out of time.
I’m so confident, I could punch a hole through a brick wall and not even blink.
I’m too pretty to be a fighter, but that didn’t stop me from being the greatest.
I’m so fast, I can turn off the light switch and be in bed before the room gets dark.
I’m the most recognized and loved man that ever lived because there weren’t no satellites when Jesus and Moses were around, so people far away in the villages didn’t know about them.
I’m so fast, I can run through a hurricane without getting wet.
I’m so confident, I don’t call it the future, I call it my destiny.
I’m so pretty, I make onions cry.
I’ve got the strongest jaw in the boxing world – I can chew through steel.
I don’t count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting. That is when I start counting, because then it really counts. That’s what makes you a champion.
I’m so fast, I can count to infinity in 0.01 seconds.
I’m the king of the ring, the master of the square – nobody can touch me, I’m floating on air.
I’m so confident, I can win a staring contest against a mirror.
I’m not just a boxer, I’m a poet. My fists speak the truth.
I’m so fast, I can turn off the radio before the song finishes.
I’m not just a fighter, I’m an artist. My punches are like brush strokes, creating a masterpiece in the ring.
I’m so fast, when I turn off the lights, I’m already in the next round.
I’m too fast for my own shadow.
I’m the fastest thing on two feet – faster than a cheetah wearing roller skates.
I’m so confident, I challenge anyone to try and outtalk me. Can you beat a lightning storm?
I’m the king of trash talk – I can insult someone so effectively, they’ll lose the fight before it even starts.
I’m so fast, I can dodge raindrops.
I’m not just a fighter, I’m a philosopher. My punches are like words, delivering wisdom to my opponents.
I’m too pretty to be hit. My face is a work of art – anyone who touches it should be charged with a crime.
I’m so confident, I could defeat a tiger in a staring contest.
I’m the greatest, not just in the ring, but in everything – from flying to singing, there’s nothing I can’t do.
I’m so fast, I can outrun my own thoughts.
I’m the king of smack talk – I can insult someone so intensely, they’ll need a therapist after the fight.
I’m so confident, I don’t need a GPS – I navigate through life using my instincts and winning mentality.
I’m not just a boxer, I’m a magician. Watch as I make my opponents disappear with a single punch.
I’m too fast for the speed of light.
I’m so confident, I once challenged a mountain to a boxing match and won by knockout.