Netcees - Wwe The People

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SPOILER:

Wrestling's not real - Why do I watch grown men in strange tights?
What's YOUR favorite show? Game of Thrones? You know that's fake, right?
Had figurines and staged fights; We once thought Santa brought toys
Cuz like Hogan hulking up, all of us were fans at one point
We'd stand and enjoy Ultimate Warrior running down the aisle
Larger than life... The only thing real to THEM was the money and the miles
Jerked off to Sunny as a child, I found her pics with clouded vision
I think I wanted to Turner out like WCW going out of business...
What could Shield this addiction? It's like there's Roamin' Rains overhead
Shout out to up and comers - Mauro Ranallo NXT Takeover flex
But this is aimed at vets and modern gladiators droppin' sweat
It's called respect; That's just the name of the Game like Paul Levesque
Not impressed? Bam Bam Bigelow, fire off the top of the head
The road to success will pile drivers, it's no surprise y'all rubbernecked...
You just Say-bull like Rena Marlette, except you less pretty
I'm Brock with this, it's like Metropolis - Welcome to SupLex City
So maybe I'll introduce myself like Mr. Kennedy (Kennedy), the mic rope's bait
Chris Benoit, I have to put my neck on the line just to pull my own weight
But I ain't listening to all that Gobbledygook like Pete Rose in hiding
I'm like an Earthquake with a Typhoon... Dragon Steamboats behind me
The line between The-Miz subtle; I see 'em Punk out and try to leave
Then my Hacksaw Dug in... But they're not sure Wyatt hurts like The Fiend
I watch as you turn, buckled; Ending your career was a Sting
But I guess you want to count me out cuz I'm not hear-in the ring...
See I can tell-a-portfolio broken, off the sell... from the top
We all know the real McCoy... but this Man Kinda a flop
The Rock n' Sock connection's to your skull, or is that too blunt?
If you dress sharp as a Ca*ctus, Jack... Then you got just what a Dude Love
Triple entendre... Like dark matches that's unheard of son
I'm sure I'll run my mouth 'til your gobsmacked like Mr. Perfect's gum
Ya Goal-dust like Thanos, but pride comes before the fall
You won't see me tapped out, laggin' behind - Bret Hart in Montreal
I Brawl for All, go balls to the wall... That's a squash match
While you scream and talking smack I cue up that Dibiase laugh
Got Fabulous Moolah, cash... Everyone's got a price don't even ask
Draw my ire? Y'all IRS the way you always sneak attacks...
Ask the big boss, man - You need Vinny Mac to give the strap
Just like it's the 1950's and you're the misbehaving kid in class
The chicken that eggs me on becomes Yokozuna than later... (sorry)
You droppin' straps like Alundra Blayze or a lunge from the Blue Blazer
And you may die over a Tag, partner; I got that Legion of Doom swag
Left ya clothes-lyin' flat... Now it looks like you in The New Day
In the nude, eh? Chyna's porno is insulting in crude ways
I got two words for ya... But I ain't Chyna pour no salt in the wound, k?
Toss tooth-pics like Razor Ramon, or Brits with no retainers at home
Or davE on his phone realizing his mouth was agape and not closed
All that Brit ish bull, dog... I chose to earn my stripes like referees
But I Drew McIntyre'd instantly... Who grasped that entire reference? Sheesh
Throw dirt on your name like Undertaker - When dead man breathes I rest in peace
Down for the count, making light of turncoats like Jericho's entrance memes
My weave is nice, my Bob be Rude; Honest dude, it's Glorious
Learn the ropes like an Irish Whip... When it comes to that I'm a DeLorean
Every story arc KO's opponents; Big Show off? I'm in Andre form
You're straightforward as Lars Sullivan's gay porn... Need I say more?
Heard you Rob van's, damn.... Man you just found paydirt
But you'll be broke when ya Paper Viewed like the spanish announce table
Oh it's true, Kurt Angle - This is not wrestling by amateurs
Check the parameters inside the square circle like measuring diameter
Gotta GoPro like the camera; Ya girl's Bushwacker than Butch and Lucas
I spearheaded the movement like Goldberg; She ended it by Shear force like Brutus
She's in the cooler... I'm Finna-Bail-er out based on how lovely she is
But she's ugly as shit; Your Ex-pock Faced like the 1-2-3 Kid
I'm Stone Cold sober, oxymoron - I'm-asked like Rey Mysterio junior bitch
This is my old stomping ground... Now face the music like HBK's superkick
You Mustache Mountains of coke, cutting promos with a blatant lisp kid
Looking like Simon Gotch... Too bad you had no one to Aiden English
To beat the man you've got to BE the man... Take that Becky Lynch stance
But this dude? Rick Rude... Once I flex my bitch pants
You Jack Swagger, you wannabe... Here's my peruvian necktie
You a less seasoned Beth Pheonix, can't get a word in Edge-wise
It's Phenomenal how you Age a Style with a year in at best
I'll pull back the curtain from gorilla position... I'm not revealing the rest
A charlatan like Ric Flair - You lying, Daniel Bryan? All I'm hearing is "Yes!"
Nothing to fall back on... You need all the padding George the Animal Steele can digest
We all have periods of stress where we make up theories and threads
Filled with searing regret, Stu Hart's dungeon - Starting ya career is a stretch
These guys appear in the flesh so you can't question the tears and the sweat
So the only thing that is left to admit is...

This is as real as it gets.