Post by Nick Hunter on Sept 22, 2021 23:40:29 GMT
You know, it's weird. You said we'd be here a year ago, I woulda asked if you were out your motherfucking mind. But you ask me today, you tell me that me and my boy 'bout to be teaming with someone who ain't Pax, let alone a man who's spent his life Being Infamous, and all I gotta say is "get hype, stay hype."
Rob. Mother. Lovin'. Diamond. The man himself. The World Champion, the trailblazer, the pulse-racer, the show-stopper, the panty dropper, the one and motherFUCKIN' only. He's back. This is Em on "Forever", this is Pac bustin' out "California Love" right outta jail. This is the comeback, this is the slap in the face to remind the world that he ain't just a name, he ain't just a line in a history column. He's that dick-swingin' motherfucking soldier, and he's about to remind y'all what it means to shine bright like a motherfucking diamond.
It's good, y'know? It's good gettin' the chance to rap with one of the best to ever do it. Pick his brain a little, learn what he got to say. Get any inside angle we fuckin' can on what stands between us and gold. I wanna be a champion more than any of y'all know. I want it, I need it, I gotta have it like my name was Jermaine fuckin' Dupri. And never. never let it be said that when we do a job, we do it halfway. What we gonna do, y'all wanna ask? Well, that shit's gotta stay under the cap for a little while longer. I ain't giving Team So Much for the Tolerant Left any ammunition.
See, people think I just shoot off at the mouth, and sometimes they right. Sometimes they right. But end of the day, I know what I'm motherfucking here for. I know why they keep playin' our music, and I know what keeps the lights on. I'ma do what I have to, when I have to, not a goddamn moment before. Sometimes, I just gotta cut loose. Sometimes, I just gotta speak my mind. And I do. Often. Loudly. Into a microphone. But Nate's the one with no filter. I've worked front of house. I've had to learn to smile and keep it inside until I got the right motherfucking moment.
Boys, this just ain't your night. You're across the ring from the hypest team in the goddamn world and one of the finest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Rob Diamond's forgotten more about wrestling than y'all ever dreamed of, and me and my boy? Well, we always lookin' to Canonize a motherfucker or three, and y'all just volunteered. Bow your head, bend the knee, and welcome to Sainthood, 'cause it's gonna take your asses a miracle to make it outta town alive.
'bow on up, motherfuckers. Let's go.
Rob. Mother. Lovin'. Diamond. The man himself. The World Champion, the trailblazer, the pulse-racer, the show-stopper, the panty dropper, the one and motherFUCKIN' only. He's back. This is Em on "Forever", this is Pac bustin' out "California Love" right outta jail. This is the comeback, this is the slap in the face to remind the world that he ain't just a name, he ain't just a line in a history column. He's that dick-swingin' motherfucking soldier, and he's about to remind y'all what it means to shine bright like a motherfucking diamond.
It's good, y'know? It's good gettin' the chance to rap with one of the best to ever do it. Pick his brain a little, learn what he got to say. Get any inside angle we fuckin' can on what stands between us and gold. I wanna be a champion more than any of y'all know. I want it, I need it, I gotta have it like my name was Jermaine fuckin' Dupri. And never. never let it be said that when we do a job, we do it halfway. What we gonna do, y'all wanna ask? Well, that shit's gotta stay under the cap for a little while longer. I ain't giving Team So Much for the Tolerant Left any ammunition.
See, people think I just shoot off at the mouth, and sometimes they right. Sometimes they right. But end of the day, I know what I'm motherfucking here for. I know why they keep playin' our music, and I know what keeps the lights on. I'ma do what I have to, when I have to, not a goddamn moment before. Sometimes, I just gotta cut loose. Sometimes, I just gotta speak my mind. And I do. Often. Loudly. Into a microphone. But Nate's the one with no filter. I've worked front of house. I've had to learn to smile and keep it inside until I got the right motherfucking moment.
Boys, this just ain't your night. You're across the ring from the hypest team in the goddamn world and one of the finest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Rob Diamond's forgotten more about wrestling than y'all ever dreamed of, and me and my boy? Well, we always lookin' to Canonize a motherfucker or three, and y'all just volunteered. Bow your head, bend the knee, and welcome to Sainthood, 'cause it's gonna take your asses a miracle to make it outta town alive.
'bow on up, motherfuckers. Let's go.