I wrote this rap so Drake could perform it for Holly Holm.
Dear Holly Holm (aka the REAL Featherweight Champion):
You won that fight, as everybody knows
Everybody saw it when she hit you with the blows
she threw after the bell.
Excuse me, the TWO bells; she did it twice,
fouled you against the ref’s advice.
(Which was bullshit, the ref should’ve dealt with it,
taken points from her score,
“Quoth the Raven, Nevermore” –
to borrow a line from Poe.)
Yeah she was good, but it was you
who threw that stunner of a wheel kick
and dropped her to the floor, schooled her with it.
And it was you who dropped her again
when you caught her with your bomb-ass
straight left punch.
She, on the other hand, never dropped you;
her biggest moments of glory came illegally,
cuz that’s how cheaters do.
Only an amateur gets “caught up in the moment”
as she said she did, seriously,
what a ridiculous excuse, she’s not an amateur, now, is she.
She was out of line,
we all saw her gloat when she walked away
the second time,
elated and proud because she knew
she would get away with it. And she did.
We watched the fight in a crowded sports bar,
not one person wasn’t outraged by the injustice of it.
Her cheap shots were the most damaging of the night,
no doubt they altered the outcome of the fight.
We were all yelling at the referee
because no one could know
how you would’ve fought had she not cheated.
She would have been defeated.
You were doing well, just warming up,
controlling the octagon and clinching, making her grapple
against the cage, totally dominating.
But the ref was against you, unquestionably,
so she was rewarded with a win,
a championship belt won for the glory of fighting
a dirty fight. You were robbed,
and we hope you get a re-match, regardless,
so we can cheer you on when you show her who the Champ is.
All of Us.