​Black Steve Austin

Lyrics

[Intro] (Glass shattering) "Uhh, sh-show us your prizes" Uh-huh "And that's not-" Ay, uh "-being married to Steve Austin-" My god "-he was always nice to-" Yeah, my god "-rays that would last-" Bitch, you know who it is --- Going for the pin Yeah, yeah, uh "-I think it's something-" [Hook] I ain't with the talking You know that I'm cold like Boston Beat my bitch ass I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my bitch ass I'm a young Steve Bitch, you kn- Beat my bitch ass I'm a young I ain't with the talking Bitch, you know I'm cold like Boston Beat my bitch ass I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my bitch ass I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my bitch ass --- a young Steve --- [Verse] Bitch you know I'm saucin' I've been on a tour bitch, I'm flossin' Beat my bitch ass like a young Steve Austin Keep that heat stashed cuz' I'm cold like Boston Pin that hoe down and she spread like frosting Young Andy Kaufman Bitch, I'm in a coffin Rose from the dead Got that head Like a Petraeus No, I don't give a fuck Bout' how the media portray us 'Cause I know pussy niggas always come in different flavors It's like black ones White ones Skinny, fat, and dyke ones Clothesline, suplex Bitch, I might fight one Beat my bitch ass like a young Chris Brown The only difference is Steve pale, Chris brown I beat my bitch ass, it's only thing I'm good at I beat my bitch ass 'cause I'm white and I can do that [Outro] "-that man right there! This crowd [?]"