He will be mine, in round nine, and I ain't lyin'. He must fall in eight, to prove that I am great. He wanted to go to heaven, so I took him in seven. If he'd be in a word of fix, I cut it to six. If he keeps talkin' jive, he will fall in five. If he makes me sore, I'll get him in round four, like before, with Archie moore, on the floor. If that don't do, we'll get him in two. If he runs, we can get him in one. If he don't wanna fight, he should keep his ugly self at home that night.

He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.

Hell no, I aint gonna go. On the war in vietnam I sing this song, I aint got no quarrel with them Viet Cong. Clean out my cell, and take my tail to jail withou…

Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.

People have been playing against me below their strength for fifteen years.

If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize.

Joe comes out smokin', and I gonna be jokin'. I be packin' and pokin', pouring water on his smokin'. This might shock and amaze ya, but I will destroy Joe Fraz…