(Verse 1) Yo, Sly, you’re the king of the fight, But your acting skills? Man, they’re outta sight! Rocky’s got the muscles, but your lines are weak, You mumble like a champ, but can’t find the peak.
(Chorus) Sylvester, oh Sylvester, what’s with that face? You look like you just lost a race, With all those botox shots, you’re a work of art, But your movies, my dude, they’re falling apart!
(Verse 2) Rambo in the jungle, but can’t find his way, You’re lost in the script, like it’s a game of charades. You flex those biceps, but can’t flex your brain, Your plot twists are like a runaway train!
(Chorus) Sylvester, oh Sylvester, what’s with that face? You look like you just lost a race, With all those botox shots, you’re a work of art, But your movies, my dude, they’re falling apart!
(Bridge) You’ve got the heart, you’ve got the grit, But let’s be real, you’re a little bit lit! From “Over the Top” to “Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot,” Your film choices, man, they’re kinda cute!
(Verse 3) You’re a legend, Sly, no doubt about that, But your fashion sense? It’s a little flat! With those tight shirts and those flashy pants, You look like you’re ready for a disco dance!
(Chorus) Sylvester, oh Sylvester, what’s with that face? You look like you just lost a race, With all those botox shots, you’re a work of art, But your movies, my dude, they’re falling apart!
(Outro) So here’s to you, the Italian Stallion, Keep flexing those muscles, keep being a champion! Just remember, Sly, it’s all in good fun, You’re still our hero, you’re number one!