Rumble

[Intro:]
Hello?
Hello?
What's up?
Yo, where the fuck are you at?
I'm home, what's up?
Nothing's going on, these bitches said they were gonna come to your house and beat your ass
Are you fucking serious?
I wish I was lying, they said they're 'bout to come with their whole squad right now
This bitch can get these hands if she fuckin' wants to!

[Verse 1:]
You bitches scary, shook
And if I wanted him, better bet you'd get your man took
Read you like a book with all pictures 'cause the picture that you painted screams one thing: motherfucking hater
So what's good, mo, you mad or nah?
Let me know, my nine big cocks can say so if you ready, let me know, though
But you won't, 'cause y'all bitches just ain't bout it
You be spoutin' when my back is turned but when it's face-to-face
You be stu-stu-stutterin'
And when it comes to hands you be fumblin'
And I can rock you, one two, if you want to
Left right, left right, knock it out like fight night
See? This ain't no game to me
And if you down my motors you can try my hands and see

Ladies and gentlemen (royal rumble)
Let's get ready to rumble!

[Chorus:]
What! Royal rumble
Knock your ass out if you talkin' that bull
No, you don't want it, but you need it so come get it
'Cause you know I got the hands if you think you competition [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Nah, I ain't scared of nair, none, nobody
Whip you and your bitch at the same time, orgy
'Cause I'm a freaky bitch
Tell me if you into it
Open up so I can sit
Do you like the taste of it?
Wow, I bet you do
If you had the chance bet you'd eat the whole crew
'Cause you down for the team, yeah, you know what I mean
He go down, he put his face in it
And he strapped to the nines, take a case for it
Yeah, he the real thing, like the diamonds in his chains
Said he like to eat my pussy 'cause it taste like money
Wow
What more could you want from me?
Top dollar coochie while y'all bitches on the bottom dollar
And I don't bother with no salty ass hoes
You can keep the saltines, I got tens on my team

Tonight, we are going to witness professional wrestling

[Chorus:]
What! Royal rumble
Knock your ass out if you talkin' that bull
No, you don't want it, but you need it so come get it
'Cause you know I got the hands if you think you competition [x2]

[Verse 3:]
[?] leverage and your cranium
Open up your ridges, let me see what you're made of
[?] fluffy stuff [?] soft like a teddy bear, teddy bear, build-a-bear the shape of how you wanna
[?] block your creativity
You a social butterfly, but I'm a single bumblebee
Comin' out the box of this, comin' out with [?] of fists
Punchin' in the air
Yeah, I swing but I don't miss
Knocking out the notions that a sweet girl can'ts but they wanna send me back because I'm defective
The fucking negativity like metapod
Yeah, you got a man, can I have him?
I'm tryna catch em all
'Cause the pussy got some powers, got him by the pokeballs