Faces of Fear

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 likе I'm Bam Bam
I mug the Kickboxer star I rob Van Damme
Vеngeance 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