Rob Van Dam

ROB VAN DAM LYRICS

Brand new slugs from the dentist
Walks with the tool no wrenches
Used to be down with peasants
Have you heard of Christmas in the trenches
No more road on the transit
Demons in a wraith reeking havoc
Houdini with the wrist doing magic
Walk in the club with the baddest

Walk in the doe, mr fi five fo, for my bro po anotha fo , mr oh my god never love a hoe
Feel like rob van dam with the ropes
It's the secret general got your main bitch on my genitals cause she love to fuckin hoe
Articuno wrist yah it’s froze
Bakеr Bakin bread with the bro's

Secrеt sound club run for president
Hang with the ghouls there's no heaven sent
Ya my team be the deadliest
Can’t have a bitch around
Can't keep a secret
Roll around town with a covenant
All seeing eye there's no covering
Secret sound storm with the thundering
Could change the weather up just for the fuck of it
Burner in hand with the oven mitt
Shootin these niggas there no run or ducking it
She say she's the one there's no loving it
Bro ski be fucking there's no way i cuff the bitch
Break down the bread every crum in it
Segatron really be my government
Pack from the North came from Nunavut
Secret sound club really running it