two middle fingers pay my own dues crude heavy drinker where's my cold brew soon imma take you to the old school no hold barred means there's no rules get beat and dropped, no pro tools treat these broads like I'm suppose to Monday night raw thought i told you pinned to the floor, count the one, two hardcore art of war pure like sun tsu can of whoop butt, no kung Fu head on my shoulder imma stun you lay face down in a blood pool park my truck where i want too bad mutha what, what you gon' do acting like you will, but i know what you won't do don't tell me keep calm, now I'm raging Hollywood blonde in my time, now I'm shaven black leather vest on my chest with the braces no way you can test, I'm the best in the making SOB with the 3:16 top turn buckle, flying guillotine cut you short, like my denim jeans DTA, no trust in me first rattling from the serpentine next comes screams for mercy please go to extremes just to crush your dreams break your knees then your self esteem Dean of mean like Keith Jardine you get back up, then I'll break your teeth you can't stack up, when you underneath I'm back on top count the 1,2,3