Pro Wrestling (Explicit)

When I looked into your eyes

I saw walls walls filled with fear

We don't even understand freedom anymore

We are a country that is heading towards socialism

Totalitarianism beyond your wildest imagination

Because I'm rich in ring prowess

Blessed with technical skill

And extremely well of when it comes to wrestling ability

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

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 and 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

Wriggled out the eight 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 nine 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

It's like Jacques Cousteau

I ain't got no damn integrity

How you think I got so far

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

I dress myself in cashmere yeah

I dress myself $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

Pro Wrestling - Billy Woods