Rumble

Backstage in a rage and my gaze is fixed on that metal cage And my ghetto haze say this the better days Running past the fans are jumping mad signs saying that my bump is bad Others saying "What you punching at?" The next level night of champions I'm pumping that Me and Seth out of breath Romin laying on his chest Then he flip into spear Seth counters with a curb What?! Tipping like the third cup pin them then I bird up Coco Beware man I'm flying through the air Elbows out like a savage got to have it this year Another bout and I'm out Mcmann aiming for the slaughter And I ought to step away on some new world order Hollywood kid look what Hollywood did He had to turn stone cold and hold the shit down like a beer I'm just a clown with the tears man I doink and find my girl to boink Make it undertake it pop up dead in this joint... tombstone