"Vince McMahon" lyrics
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 when I gotta street sweep l'm medieval
Let the 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
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?
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
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?
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 when I gotta street sweep l'm medieval
Let the 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
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?
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
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?
