Nak Muay

I’m a nak muay. I punch the air and hope it hits you.

He’s a nak muay. He fights in a ring and cries like a baby.

That guy’s a nak muay. He’s been knocked out more times than my mom’s been divorced.

He’s a nak muay. He wears a crown and gets knocked out by a kid in a school gym.

That’s a nak muay. He thinks he’s a warrior but can’t even dodge a punch.

She’s a nak muay. She fights like a fool and still thinks she’s the best.

He’s a nak muay. He fights with fists and lies, and still calls it a lifestyle.

That girl is a nak muay. She fights with her fists and her mouth.

I’m a nak muay. I fight with my fists and my pride.

He’s a nak muay. He wears shorts and gets his butt kicked every time.

That guy is a nak muay. He fights like a fool and gets kicked in the nuts.

I’m a nak muay. I fight in shorts and get kicked in the face.

He’s a nak muay. He thinks he’s tough until he gets punched in the face.

That man is a nak muay. He thinks he’s a lion but gets knocked out like a chicken.

I’m a nak muay. I think I’m a beast until someone hits me with a fist.