A message from Mr Deontay 'Still the champ' Wilder...

I filled my previous notebook,
With reasons for that draw,
If you'd like some more excuses,
You'll love what's now in store,

You may have heard I fought a guy,
On Saturday that's right,
But don't y'all listen to those fools,
Who say I lost the fight,

Bronze Bomber is a warrior,
The man who'd never yield,
I'll never leave that ring you see,
Unless it's on my shield,

Alas there was an evil plot,
Many involved it seems,
To deprive the bomber of his belt,
And crush his hopes and dreams,

Mark Breland is the ringleader,
I thought he was my friend,
But when he threw the towel in,
That friendship had to end,

Then there is my tailor,
Who made my special suit,
That weighed more than the pyramids,
So I could barely move my boot,

Fury's not blameless in this,
That man's an utter cheat,
He moved too fast for me to punch,
As I couldn't move my feet,

In any case what business had,
Fury a boxing master,
Fighting me the Bronze Bomber,
A Boxing skill disaster,

So remember that I'm still the champ,
No matter what they say,
Cause I'm the one that wears daft clothes,
And bellows 'TO THIS DAY',

And if you've been a fan of mine,
Consider that result faulty,
And even though you'll sound a chump,
By all means remain salty,

 

Credit to Wilder for this one, I'm just passing on his words

 

To all my proud Bomb Nation,
I send you my love,
Thanks for coming up with,
The excuse of the glove,

I was having a tantrum,
But Y'all set my soul free,
Now I know that I lost,
To a conspiracy,

Now I've told my poor trainers,
Ain't no need to learn squat,
Why should I bother boxing,
When this power I got,

So I've triggered the rematch,
And made clear my demands,
When they put on his gloves,
Watch where he puts his hands,

 

I looked for an excuse,
But the cupboard was bare
Would I have to admit,
I lost fair and square?

Not if the Bronze Bomber's
Fans show me their love,
And make up a new one,
The 'no hand in glove'

Now some of y'all said,
My excuses were lame,
That my quest for excuses,
Had brought me to shame,

But not my Bomb Nation,
For this is the thing,
When it comes to excuses,
They know I'm still king,