Vince McMahon

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm finna give em the business plan Stone Cold stunner any nigga think he Vince McMahon I told y'all I can get a lil crazy Break yo self fool it's Loc Dog baby K's and drums got Big Pun when I terrorize Niggas and bitches see my pieces and be mesmerized All my Opps really want pictures but I won't tend to them Crash Bandicoot, the sticks on me like Nintendogs Bentley Fin traffic I'm cutting up like switch blades Chop Suey nigga I got them all from my Sensei Bruce Lee kicks Hadouken clips that's Ryu The type of money I'm playin wit nigga l'II buy you 200 a dash my car fast I don't see you Meep meep whеn I gotta street sweep l'm medieval Let thе mud spill I got a mop the spring cleaner Got Mei Ling in a headlock it's the defeater That's spousal abuse it's thousands of blues in my pocket Got Steve Francis in the back with me, please put down yo Rocket No Siree Bob these guns are banned in Cali He's never coming back and that's that for fans that's asking [Chorus] Evil thoughts, beams and Glocks I'm chrome hearted Jesus Christ, he's bleeding out he's no longer In loving memory dumbass, I wrote a song for them The clip long as phone numbers, who want fuck with me ? Evil thoughts, beams and Glocks I'm chrome hearted Jesus Christ, he's bleeding out he's no longer In loving memory dumbass, I wrote a song for them The clip long as phone numbers, who want fuck with me ? [Verse 2] Obviously nobody bitch these niggas scared to death of me If we talking meatballs and lasagna I got the Recipe Headshot knock his dreads off I don't wrestle niggas I walked up in Monday Night Raw with the weapon on me Testimonies, who need pepperoni ? Just HBK'd the referee he's dead Jabroni You can't handle the truth I'm more flashier than you I got more cash than you I'm way more faster, I breakdance when I get the bag Maggie on me I'll Bart choke this nigga like the Simpsons playing This rap shit is WWE Vince McMahon It's Frito Lays how I chipped this man [Chorus] Evil thoughts, beams and Glocks I'm chrome hearted Jesus Christ, he's bleeding out he's no longer In loving memory dumbass, I wrote a song for them The clip long as phone numbers, who want fuck with me ? Evil thoughts, beams and Glocks I'm chrome hearted Jesus Christ, he's bleeding out he's no longer In loving memory dumbass, I wrote a song for them The clip long as phone numbers, who want fuck with me ?