"Bob Backlund" lyrics
(feat. Hus)
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund (I'll blow your fuckin' head off, yo (Grr))
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Copped every bottle with Ace tonight, niggas was thirsty
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund (These niggas was thirsty though)
Got every chain on me, nigga
Crossface the yola
Ayo
You nobody 'til you got a body
Four-door Bugatti, my young boy on a Molly
First stop was shoot everybody, spray the lobby (Grr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Cracking out case pay homme?, pay homage
So much yay made her vomit (uegh), K violent?
My OG been locked up since Reaganomics
Pyrex scholars
You fuck niggas get demolished
The fifth polished
The Bentley Brookland was Alice? (Skrr)
Might pop the trunk, get the rocket
Now I'm West Drexler with the Heckler, the freshest
Perry Ellis on the chalice, the four letters (Griselda)
Catch jumpers in '94 Jettas, Dior fetish
The hammers got drums on 'em, can't stand it
You stretch it three times and you sell it, forget it
Pathetic
Lil' Melle shootin' like JJ Redick (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
- He is now two-time WWF champion...
- First of all, young man, it's MISTER Bob Backlund, and you're incorrect. I've been the champion since 1978. I never lost the championship. Tonight, I just regained the belt, and I beat the man that represents your society!
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yola
Uh, yo
My Cali kush blueberry is Burberry (Fly shit)
I fucks your bitch in the champ belt, off the Henny
It's no fun if the Clicquot don't hit though (Uh)
The twin sluts kiss, post thematics
Grabbed the blick out the cabinet, flash a high nine beam
It's 2016 (let's go), my particulars hyper when we switch green
Ever seen a gargoyle smoke platinum dream? (Smoke)
I know the path to good fortune, a jux theme
Send a criminal helper (Ah)
I heard he got, so much dope, he could feed a stray dog center (For sure)
Plus he Bible with the coke, right? (Uh-hm)
That's worth a couple, headshots from the rifles just go by
Shoot you out yo' chrome foam Nikes
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yola
I'm going to scrutinize you to the fullest, pasteurize you, homogenize you, and synchronize you back into morality! You understand, ladies and gentlemen? It's sports-education! I'M YOUR CHAMPION! And I'll take on anybody... anybody at all, ladies and gentlemen, in your generation, 'cause I'm fighting for something, that's more important than anything in this world, is put morality back into your lives; and now your children have somebody, that they can emulate after, and try to catch up to... 'CAUSE I FEEL LIKE GOD!
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Copped every bottle with Ace tonight, niggas was thirsty
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund (These niggas was thirsty though)
Got every chain on me, nigga
Crossface the yola
Ayo
You nobody 'til you got a body
Four-door Bugatti, my young boy on a Molly
First stop was shoot everybody, spray the lobby (Grr, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Cracking out case pay homme?, pay homage
So much yay made her vomit (uegh), K violent?
My OG been locked up since Reaganomics
Pyrex scholars
You fuck niggas get demolished
The fifth polished
The Bentley Brookland was Alice? (Skrr)
Might pop the trunk, get the rocket
Now I'm West Drexler with the Heckler, the freshest
Perry Ellis on the chalice, the four letters (Griselda)
Catch jumpers in '94 Jettas, Dior fetish
The hammers got drums on 'em, can't stand it
You stretch it three times and you sell it, forget it
Pathetic
Lil' Melle shootin' like JJ Redick (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
- He is now two-time WWF champion...
- First of all, young man, it's MISTER Bob Backlund, and you're incorrect. I've been the champion since 1978. I never lost the championship. Tonight, I just regained the belt, and I beat the man that represents your society!
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yola
Uh, yo
My Cali kush blueberry is Burberry (Fly shit)
I fucks your bitch in the champ belt, off the Henny
It's no fun if the Clicquot don't hit though (Uh)
The twin sluts kiss, post thematics
Grabbed the blick out the cabinet, flash a high nine beam
It's 2016 (let's go), my particulars hyper when we switch green
Ever seen a gargoyle smoke platinum dream? (Smoke)
I know the path to good fortune, a jux theme
Send a criminal helper (Ah)
I heard he got, so much dope, he could feed a stray dog center (For sure)
Plus he Bible with the coke, right? (Uh-hm)
That's worth a couple, headshots from the rifles just go by
Shoot you out yo' chrome foam Nikes
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yay like Bob Backlund
Crossface the yola
I'm going to scrutinize you to the fullest, pasteurize you, homogenize you, and synchronize you back into morality! You understand, ladies and gentlemen? It's sports-education! I'M YOUR CHAMPION! And I'll take on anybody... anybody at all, ladies and gentlemen, in your generation, 'cause I'm fighting for something, that's more important than anything in this world, is put morality back into your lives; and now your children have somebody, that they can emulate after, and try to catch up to... 'CAUSE I FEEL LIKE GOD!
