Heel Team

Lyrics

Feel that hard pop, pyrotechnics, hearts stop My name appears upon the Titantron in sharp font I hit the ramp, flex, vamp, rock my fight walk When my hand goes up, your mouths shut, mic drop I rock striking like a cobra in a boa Not the biggest guy, but I could cut a promo in a coma You want your program autographed? Got it I draw a middle finger on it, ball it up and toss it I see your stupid signs, I hear your stupid chants I never pay no mind to babyfaces' sycophants I eat up that heat, feed me your boos and those hisses Go on, keep at it, y'all, and I'll just keep on blowing you kisses The rafters shaking above me You say you love to hate me 'cause you hate that you love me You see me as an easy over though you're crashing to the bottom 'Cause dog, I'm only half of your problem From backstage – to the cage – go to hell – in a cell Hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell Got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience He's the muscles – I'm the mouth of this operation I write the checks – he's the one who will cash 'em While I'm always in his corner – cold causing distractions It's two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm We walked in wearing belts – and we're leaving here with 'em Y'all better heed me when you see me coming down the ramp Give you heebies jeebies, leaving your singlet brown and damp You'll piss ya pants when you get these hands, better back down I bring that Raw power when I'm layin' the smackdown Both my fists 'bout to have a date withcha face Make you regret you came to this disgrace of a place What's this city called? Worst city of the year Let's be real, we'd rather be in any city but here I don't say things for the cheap pop I'm the type to hit you with a cheap shot. Hit you with that low blow But the ref won't know, cause my partna distracting the referee Effortlessly with the mouth that he got Don't need to talk in promos, I'm a beast display I'll break ya legs, arms and neck and I'll beat ya face Special maneuver that'll prove that we the best in town Step inside this ring, and we gon take ya down From backstage – to the cage – go to hell – in a cell Hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell Got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience I'm the muscles – He's the mouth of this operation He writes the checks – I'm the one who will cash 'em While he's always in my corner – cold causing distractions It's two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm We walked in wearing belts – and we're leaving here with 'em I start the match much to your surprise Duck through the ropes a couple times, then I tag in the big guy It's I, the man who always manages to damage I won't leave you standing, you will feel my power when I'm slammin' And even if you take me down, I'mma flair with rage You couldn't get a three count even if there were errors made Your partner gets a two-count cover which I barely save And pull you off the apron, kick you into the barricade If you run back in the ring, better expect I hit you Ya partner gets a clothesline, you gon get a big boot When I bring a chair into the fight, you get nervous Crack open a jabroni like "YOU DESERVE IT!" But he's the legal man, his lethal hands administer Your demolition, laughing as he sets up his finisher My finisher? I'mma put my partner on my shoulders Powerslam him on you, pin you for the three count and it's over From backstage – to the cage – go to hell – in a cell Hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell Got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience I'm the muscles – I'm the mouth of this operation I write the checks – I'm the one who will cash 'em While I'm always in his corner – cold causing distractions It's two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm We walked in wearing belts – and we're leaving here with 'em