Le Finale Lyrics

This is about to go

You don't need to be patient

You not gonna get a second the breathe

You won't get a chance to leave

Popping off these checks

Get this brand new Rolex

This album go number one

Faster than the fucking sun

I'm about to drop the mic

About to get a spike

Can you smell what the rock's cooking

I can't because my shows are all he's booking

Why is he a rock he ain't even got a big ass cock

Enough on Dwayne he's already crying in pain

Let's do another wrestler

John Cena you can't see me I can fucking see you bitch

Got 16 WWE title reigns

You ain't even in the hall of fame

Cars bars sars tars mars lars

Pat hat cat mat rat sat bat nat fat dat

Eat feet meat meet neat seat beet beat heat freet free pre glee

Ugly smugly pugly

Dumpling humping dumping thrusting and busting and running and fucking and shitting and bitching and little fucking bitch assing

Eating beating sleeping weeping keeping

Dog fog wog wong Wong is my name Wong likes to play ping pong if he didn't spit bars then he would've gone play ping pong