Faces of Fear - Mega Ran, Schaffer The Darklord

I’m the Shawn Michaels of the song cycle

The Paul Bearer of the Small Era

Bout to start a reign of terror

Like Trips in oh two, and crossing me is something

Ya just don’t do

Taking overdue respect

Whenever these two connect

Float over beats like Barry Wyndham on the superplex who’s next

Independent we did it without a gimmick

You critics can’t diminish energy you never invented

I’m a bad man, head full of fire lik I’m Bam Bam

I mug the Kickboxer star I rob Van Damme

Vngeance in a cape and a mask like I’m the Batman

Only off the roster if I cross the McMahon clan

Somebody tell them come with better devotion

They know my hood slam just like it was developed in Oakland

You jealous I’m coasting

I Come of age, Alundra Blayze

I take your belt to a better promotion

Blood gush, leave you cut like you were Lio Rush

Beat you with your crutch, kick and punch you a whole bunch

Concussed like CM Punk losing his lunch

Even Ax and Smash had to add in a Crush

Better bow to your leaders, Who can see us

When we hit the arenas, it’s hectic as the Collision in Korea

Michaels and Diesel, two dudes with attitude

Like created players we done maxed out the attributes

Face it, I hold the glory y’all are chasing

I watch a superstar fall in a Blue Blaze, and

I take it, I’ve been waiting since way back in the days when

The guys in the southeast promotions were still blading

Put you over?

Naw, jobber, I put you under

Survive Thanksgiving and then Slam you in the Summer

Chuckle at a youngster trying to drop a Diamond Cutter

When they Stone Cold land on their ass and call it a Stunner

Yo… I heard that They been Raven about my even flow

Holler if ya hear me, guess it’s time we let the people know

We front row you recline on a sofa

Been a legend like Manami Toyota

One time for the culture

Who’s that new cat with the badly bruised back

You knew that a death match with New Jack would do that

Your new mask leaves a crimson stamp on the blue mat

Now move back up north where the dungeon built by Stu’s at

Throughout my pro career I never hit a lower gear

The real MVP you ain’t hurting business over here

Hit the gym and the performance center, go prepare

Worse than a boo is silence, that means no one cares

Your act’s glamorous, pyro and extravagance

But what’s inside my burlap sack is hazardous

Go take a peek and good luck with your paralysis

A victim of your greed, wallow in the muck of avarice

Rappers is timid, we like Barbarian and Meng

All hands on deck like we Burying a king

Who off the IR looking better than before

Hold the ring ropes whenever I’m stepping through the door

Your act’s glamorous, pyro and extravagance

But what’s inside my burlap sack is hazardous

Go take a peek and good luck with your paralysis

A victim of your greed, wallow in the muck of avarice

Yo.

Brock Lesnar I’m used to the pressure

Mega leaving amateurs future endeavored

Greg the Hammer meets Tito Santana

Rancid, got em leaking like they Mass Transit

Just Another sports tragedy

I’m chillin my hands in pocket like Orange Cassidy

Now we got em all moving back

IRS on the books, Scott Steiner do the math, what