| Lyric | Wrestler |
|---|
| Well, you hurt my friends, and you hurt my pride, I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide | |
| Now, tie a string around your finger now, boy. 'Cause its just a matter of time. | |
| Like Tropicana, I got the juice. Off of the leash to let the dog loose. Don't make me call up the crew. | |
| Here comes the new kid on the block, Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops | |
| Is this thing on? (yea) are ya hearin it? We'll turn it up so we can get the whole wide world feelin it, | |
| In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off | |
| Well get ready for something, That you'll never know, You won't see it comin', But I promise you'll know | |
| I like to sing with the radio, I like to play it real loud | |
| Feel the pain that I'm trying to contain. My heart is as black as the blood in my veins. | |
| I wake up from a deep sleep You're all weak, You're living in the agony of defeat | |
| Now listen this aint no make believe, Come on open your eyes and see | |
| I see the line in the sand Time to find out who I am, Looking back to see where I stand. | |
| Deceived by my eyes, and all I was told I should see, | |
| You make me want to hold you, you make me lose control, And you make my heart and soul complete | |
| Time has come and gone for words, A thousand threats I've heard before | |
| Face facts 'Cause your opinion don't matter, This maniac Is gonna step on whoever | |
| The fear I see when I look in your eyes. Makes you believe I'm one of a kind | |
| Try and figure out what the move’s gonna be Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me? | |
| I got my hat and my pick up truck. and my hound dog, he's named Blue. | |
| I can slap a tornado. I can dry up a sea, yeah. | |
| I make 'em hot. I make 'em shiver. Their knees get weak, Whenever I'm around. | |
| I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads. I've never understood a damn thing that they said. | |
| Aw yeah, back breaking, everybody out their seats. Man, the world is watching me. The world is watching me. | |
| Now, look who's coming. Yeah, look who's back. Quick drop the bombshell straight to the track. | |
| Another chance to chase a dream, Another chance to feel Chance to feel alive | |
| | Lyric | Wrestler |
|---|
| I'm all grown up now, and I've listen and learn A True Star and I’m finally gettin my turn | |
| This is the proving ground. Misery begins to rise. Turn away from yesterday. Tomorrow's in my eyes. | |
| Mamacita I got the passion that's lasted long. Los mujeres fall in love with the Latin charm. | |
| There's no holding me back, I'm not driven by fear, I'm just driven by anger. | |
| You've done it now You've gone and made a big mistake | |
| You got your rules and your religion all designed to keep you safe. | |
| Degenerate Into Something Fool, We Just Got Tired Of Doin' What You Told Us To Do. | |
| Step up cause you're the next in line that I kill you don't believe it but I'm betting that you will | |
| I be skippin and jumpin and, leavin the competition Makin 'em disappear like your favorite magician | |
| Going for it all, just trying to be the best. Soon I'll be breaking out nothing more, nothing less. | |
| Biscuits & Gravy, Made me a man | |
| Oh, it's time to rock and roll. This time I'm in control. | |
| You're not enough for me, Just another man in love with me | |
| I got you where I want you, Your clock's run out of time | |
| You wear your sin like it's some kind of prize | |
| No more hollywood, This is holly-hood | |
| This here what you call Domination, It's a combination of skill and concentration | |
| Too much damage for one to manage. Going 51 50 'speaky Spanglish.' | |
| Somebody gonna get they ass kicked. Somebody gonna get their wig split. | |
| I love to love 'em, I love to kick 'em I love to shove 'em, I love to stick 'em | |
| I turn up the trouble until it gets real loud. | |
| I've been sittin here waitin for so long, Watchin your weak moves you're not that strong | |
| You're looking at the real deal now, Gonna kick your sorry ass out on the street | |
| Growing up in these streets of brooklyn Out here in the hook where ya world gets shooken | |
| That... was interesting. Turn it up! | |
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