D RiVVY - Rumble

Backstage in a rage and my gaze is fixed on that metal cage
And my ghetto haze say this the better days
Running past the fans are jumping mad signs saying that my bump is bad
Others saying "What you punching at?"
The next level night of champions I'm pumping that
Me and Seth out of breath Romin laying on his chest
Then he flip into spear Seth counters with a curb What?!
Tipping like the third cup pin them then I bird up
Coco Beware man I'm flying through the air
Elbows out like a savage got to have it this year
Another bout and I'm out Mcmann aiming for the slaughter
And I ought to step away on some new world order
Hollywood kid look what Hollywood did
He had to turn stone cold and hold the shit down like a beer
I'm just a clown with the tears man I doink and find my girl to boink
Make it undertake it pop up dead in this joint... tombstone

Written by:
Daniel Rivera

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find