Rumble Lyrics

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