Backstage

[Intro: Ric Flair & Mickey Diamond]
Ric F—, Ric Flair
"Goes like this, right now, tonight
I'm in your, very own backyard, right now, National Television Listen up, you can run, but you can't hide"
"It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio, looking at a guy out here hollerin' my name"
"When last year I spent more money on spilled liquor"
"If I rise from one side of the world to the other then you made it" (What?)

[Verse 1]
It's time to seperate the winners from the losers, the beggers from the choosers
If you steppin' to thе ring with me you best know what you doin', fully bulletproof bathrobе
No weapon that you usin', shall prosper
Suplex shoe and a pair of Patrick Juhasz, cap Kastner
You dancin' with wolves, they want me obsolete, got me heated, stay on my toes
Ain't talkin prostopedic, gots to feel it, pray on my foes
Don't tote the gun line, main event, Flair 4 The Gold
Lord knows we sport durags, tied in the front
At award shows, backstage, play if you want
I flip your torso, more so, I make sure you bums don't get a morsel
Lay you on the floor, then apply the figure four slow
The agony, it's awful, unlawful how Mal cook a beat like falafel, then I treat it like a belgian waffle
Pockets run deep like still waters, the midnight marauder
Legends Coney be my meal order (Diamond)
Dipped in camouflage like Sgt. Slaughter

[Bridge: Ric Flair & Mickey Diamond]
"Get ready, woo we are go-er and we are gonna get her, 'til anybody else a lie"
Flair shit, nigga

[Verse 2]
Yo, I give it to you hardcore, flip a nigga like parkour
Cactus Jack 4s, got to open like a bond door
Force count everywhere extrodinar'
Encore, pray for rain, only Umbrellas can block the down pour
Furthermore, I'm drawin' a line, that's a underscore
Grand slam champ, I done it all
Who wanna brawl? None of y'all
Niggas that work little and wanted more
Pin 'em to the matt, now the fans in the uproar