While I'm talking to you I'm thinking up the greatest short poem of all time. This poem tells how it feels to be great as I am: Me - wheee!

Clay swings with his left, Clay swings with his right, Look at young Cassius carry the fight. Liston keeps backing, but there's not enough room, It's a matter …

This is the legend of Cassius Clay, The most beautiful fighter in the world today. He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y, Of a muscular punch that's incred…

I knew I had him in the first round. Almighty God was with me. I want everyone to bear witness, I am the greatest! I'm the greatest thing that ever lived. I do…

Now, Bad Ass, you run your mouth about SummerSlam. Well, here's the situation. The Rock says this: if the Rock hits you, he'll kill you. If he misses, the wind…

I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. Not only do I knock 'em out, I pick the round

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.