Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pro Wrestling, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Dour Candy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Pro Wrestling |
Because I’m rich in ring prowess. |
Blessed with technical skill. |
And extremely |
well of when it comes to wrestling ability. |
— Ted Di Biase |
They do interviews, veins bulging out the neck |
Mock outrage, or is they really vexed |
Any bodies guess |
Facts don’t matter, make them twist |
shout, beating at the chest |
Popcorn buttered, feet up, eyes glued to the set |
It never gets old, like Pro Wrestling for NES |
They be going off the top rope, Suplex |
Pay-Per View to your Double-Wide and Duplex |
A swing an' a miss, but he still hit the deck |
Badly choreographed cheap shot, meet the press |
Logic is a foreign object to who cheats the best |
Yells the loudest in the snake pit |
Issuing cowardly threats |
Work the crowd with oiled Pecs |
Emmanuel Goldstein on screen, grotesque |
Come on down the aisle with your flag waving, with your music playing, |
and all your little fans standing and then |
You must get a weapon, you must have a weapon, you must get any weapon that is |
legal to have and keep it in your house, and not worry so much that you’re |
going to use it to kill yourself |
Can i finish please? |
Yes, Alright. |
Absolutely, Death threats against my |
children — Star Parker |
Wriggled out the 8 count, razors in his mouth |
Steel cage match if the ratings keep going south |
The heel plays his bow to perfection |
Steps on toes, comes out throwing blows at your septum |
Apply the sleeper hold just in time for elections |
Talking heads tap the sides of their nose, as it grows |
Catch a tiger by his toe, wag the dog, thousand pound gorilla in the room |
Fresh Meat in the claw |
Bring home the bacon |
High on the Hog |
Pulled stuffing out the turn-buckle |
Brass on the knuckle |
Fan favourite |
HGH in the muscle |
Are you not entertained |
For this, better men, crippled and maimed |
It’s all in the game |
Grab the mic, hit your mark, spit those scripts |
Pretty girls on the screen, showing some tit |
Folding chair to the spine, cold line to the jibs |
Dry eraser battle lines |
One eye on channel 9, like «can I live» |
Roll us into a new global government, environmental fasicm, dictatorship of the |
banking cartel |
Cathy, get off my phone. |
Get off my phone you little pinhead. |
I don’t care. |
You people don’t care about the trillions. |
Get off my phone. |
— Glen Beck |
First thing I’m gonna, I’m gonna take Piper’s integrity. |
It’s like Jacques |
Cousteau trying to find a dry spot in the ocean, I ain’t got no damn integrity. |
How you think I got so far — Roddy Piper |
I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth. |
Nobody likes it. |
It’s the old adage |
of: «You like to hear somebody is doing pretty good, but you don’t want to hear |
they’re doing better than you.» |
You see, the bottom line is I’ve always done better than everybody else. |
Only because of one reason—I was born with a golden spoon. |
I inherited the |
ability, I inherited the money, I inherited the God-given best looks in the |
world today. |
And with this, I dress myself in suede; |
I dress myself in cashmere, yeah. |
I dress $ 100 pleated slacks. |
I dress myself in alligator shoes. |
I wear a $ 15,000 Rolex. |
I got a Mercedes Benz, Roles Royces. |
The biggest house, |
on the biggest hill, on the biggest side of town. |
You know, why I got all that. |
. |
Because I was born with a golden spoon. |
— Ric Flair |