Backyard Brawl

[Verse: MotionPlus]
It's Turn buckle bombs, and I toss em till they part the ropes
Strangle till they vegetables, teaching em the art of choke
Hurry, Karana, summer salts from the bleacher stands
Microphone massacre, master class teaching fans
Pay per view, pay my dues, now the payments due
Fame is cool, but i'd rather rock for the nameless few
Save the boos, and applause, while japping jaws
Uncut like Big Daddy Kane, yeah I'm packing Raw
Every verse 180 grams on a wax plate
Torture racks & sharpshooters bend em till the backs break
It's a Melee, I slash foes, fold em like my cash roles
On this plateau, we Super Smash Bros