In case you forgot or fell off, I'm still hot knock your shell off. My money's stacked fat plus I can't turn this well off. My franchise doing big business. I live this, its automatic, I win this, oh you hear those horns, you finished. A soldier, and I stay under you fighting, Cause I'm storming on you chumps, like I'm thunder and lightning. Aint no way you breaking me kid, I'm harder then nails. Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jails. Slaughtering stale competition, I got my the whole block wishing that they could run with my division, but they gone fishing. With no bait. Kid your boy hold weight. I got my soul straight. I brush your mouth like Colgate. In any weather, I'm never better. Your boy's so hot you'll never catch me in the next mans sweater. If they hate, let them hate. I drop your whole clan, Lay your ass down for the three second tan
Imagine this scenario: The WWE is in mourning due to the death of Jhon Cena, so in the program in his honor his entrance theme is put on slow mode and his son is carrying his coffin to the ring doing all the journey that his father did in life
