fuck a king slendor, i'll hammer this bitch
an beat his ass worse than the amazon did
i'm scorin the pin, i'll roll him on up
wit a pair of headscissors - give his mullet a cut
it's over, you suck, you can ask the god
'cos every verse ya spit's gonna powerbomb
i'm the terry of funk - got the violence of dreamer
catch me jackin new jack just for feelin my heater
you an me an barbed wire wit the shiek as the ref
catch my verse moonsaultin all over your chest
an i'll lay ya ta rest like i'm the undertaker
you're the fuckin job squad and i'm the innovater
so don't step to me - ya words are trash
like a rappin duke droese just escaped the past
if you came for rock n wrestling then i guess you got lost
'cos even norman smiley said yaa gimmick was soft
i'm leavin you tossed - the crowd can eatcha
while i'm celebratin titles you'll be chewin the speaker
so what was BJ thinkin when he chose you this round
'cos like sesame street rappers you is down for the count
down for the count, down for the count
THAT'S THREE FALLS FAGGOT
YOU FUCKIN' GOT CLOWNED
I'M DONE WITH THIS TRACK
AN I'M FINISHED WITH YOU
SO BACK THE FUCK OFF
I SEE THE FINALS IN VIEW
