Pro Wrestling - Billy Woods

Because I’m rich in ring prowess.

Blessed with technical skill.

And extremely

well of when it comes to wrestling ability.

— Ted Di Biase

They do interviews, veins bulging out the neck

Mock outrage, or is they really vexed

Any bodies guess

Facts don’t matter, make them twist

shout, beating at the chest

Popcorn buttered, feet up, eyes glued to the set

It never gets old, like Pro Wrestling for NES

They be going off the top rope, Suplex

Pay-Per View to your Double-Wide and Duplex

A swing an' a miss, but he still hit the deck

Badly choreographed cheap shot, meet the press

Logic is a foreign object to who cheats the best

Yells the loudest in the snake pit

Issuing cowardly threats

Work the crowd with oiled Pecs

Emmanuel Goldstein on screen, grotesque

Come on down the aisle with your flag waving, with your music playing,

and all your little fans standing and then

You must get a weapon, you must have a weapon, you must get any weapon that is

legal to have and keep it in your house, and not worry so much that you’re

going to use it to kill yourself

Can i finish please?

Yes, Alright.

Absolutely, Death threats against my

children — Star Parker

Wriggled out the 8 count, razors in his mouth

Steel cage match if the ratings keep going south

The heel plays his bow to perfection

Steps on toes, comes out throwing blows at your septum

Apply the sleeper hold just in time for elections

Talking heads tap the sides of their nose, as it grows

Catch a tiger by his toe, wag the dog, thousand pound gorilla in the room

Fresh Meat in the claw

Bring home the bacon

High on the Hog

Pulled stuffing out the turn-buckle

Brass on the knuckle

Fan favourite

HGH in the muscle

Are you not entertained

For this, better men, crippled and maimed

It’s all in the game

Grab the mic, hit your mark, spit those scripts

Pretty girls on the screen, showing some tit

Folding chair to the spine, cold line to the jibs

Dry eraser battle lines

One eye on channel 9, like «can I live»

Roll us into a new global government, environmental fasicm, dictatorship of the

banking cartel

Cathy, get off my phone.

Get off my phone you little pinhead.

I don’t care.

You people don’t care about the trillions.

Get off my phone.

— Glen Beck

First thing I’m gonna, I’m gonna take Piper’s integrity.

It’s like Jacques

Cousteau trying to find a dry spot in the ocean, I ain’t got no damn integrity.

How you think I got so far — Roddy Piper

I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth.

Nobody likes it.

It’s the old adage

of: «You like to hear somebody is doing pretty good, but you don’t want to hear

they’re doing better than you.»

You see, the bottom line is I’ve always done better than everybody else.

Only because of one reason—I was born with a golden spoon.

I inherited the

ability, I inherited the money, I inherited the God-given best looks in the

world today.

And with this, I dress myself in suede;

I dress myself in cashmere, yeah.

I dress $ 100 pleated slacks.

I dress myself in alligator shoes.

I wear a $ 15,000 Rolex.

I got a Mercedes Benz, Roles Royces.

The biggest house,

on the biggest hill, on the biggest side of town.

You know, why I got all that.

.

Because I was born with a golden spoon.

— Ric Flair