LYRIC: "I'm amped up/They locked the champ up, even my brains in handcuffs/Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom."
COMPLEX SAYS: We were amped too, Nasty; we were amped, too. A lil piece of us died when Tyson had to do that bid up in Indiana. Then we we're even more disappointed to see Iron Mike go back to that "wretched, slimy, reptilian motherfucker." SMH, what things could've been like if Cus D'Amato had still been around. R.I.P.