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stasis x - ready 2 rumble lyrics

[intro: whipstick, [?]]
well that’s not good
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
who’s laughing?
yeah, what up?
h+llo?
super famous fun time guys
mcnastee, king torch, daelyte
purp gang
we ’bout to take you back to the squared circle
lay you back on the map, b+tch ([?])
shut up
[verse 1: whipstick, mr 8 legz]
we like a lucha house party, no lince dorado
the percocet’s my favorite script! why don’t you choke on a bottle?
bursting out the package, through the titantron, it’s all the hate we’re after
s+d+st rappers, say we suck, i’ll powerbomb the table after
i got the 26 strap on my back
i talk the sh+t, i walk the sh+t, that’s a legitimate fact
‘causе i’m the rudest smoothest mothеrf+cker i’m naturally vicious
attitude, you’re f+ggot dude, i’ll tweak your nipple and b+tch tits
i’ll dap you up outside of the show
and then i’ll ask about your girlfriend, which way did she go?
’cause i’m one of the greatest, i’m undisputed with the heavyweights
something like a nuisance kinda funny like i’m chevy chase
too sweet! ’cause the kliq got my back
who’s he? that’s a b+tch i’ma smack
it’s n0body! watch us pass ’em in the rearview
it’s so funny! when you’re cryin’ we can’t hear you

[verse 2: king torch, daelyte]
wipe those tears from your chin, we don’t cry in this scene
if you get b+tt hurt, just go and no sell like the fiend
slamming beers like a king, i’m the king of the ring
dropping stunners left and right, torch 3:16
i won’t even finish this line (well what the f+ck, man?)
it’s the new in thing (like a part+time champ)
or like jericho’s gut, i’ll make it jiggle ’til it falls
and disappoint the whole crowd like the sh+t was brawl for all
brawl for all let’s make this sh+t a free for all
like a royal rumble i’m winning it and standing tall
in the middle of the ring and i catch you with a powerbomb
’cause it’s fun time, mcnastee, bringing it on
double super kick to local neighborhood scum
and follow that sh+t up with a rko on your mom
how else i’m gonna make this sh+t clear?
we coming back like edge and hitting her with a spear
[verse 3: mr 8 legz]
sitting center on the monkey bars, opposite of sober
it’s just a metaphor, (for?) n0body’s getting over
no selling like aries, so just prepare to be buried
i got ’em soaking in blood like a male version of carrie
ya pale faries, why you here anyway? thought this was temporary
yo what happened to your nine to five impaling ya tail cherries
(suck it, motherf+cker!) submission locked an embraced
i ain’t breaking it p+ssy but i’m taking the whole leg
zack gowan looking ass, go on and get the f out
basically the shockmaster now, just with less clout
i’ma reach a level of infamy, everybody seeing me
to where i get my own self destruction on dvd
while you behind the bingo halls, your esophagus team tagged
’til your neck don’t f+ckin’ work like blu+rays in a dreamcast
hey, is your vitamin c high? not trying to be funny
but how you catching these l’s with a mouthful of d’s sunny

[verse 4: daelyte, king torch]
middle fingers for braun you’ll be catching these hands
i just kicked rey mysterio now where did he land?
well it ain’t in the front row, whip go check the back
i’m over here with miss bliss, ’cause that b+tch is a snack
enjoy your little puddin’ cup, i’m on the live stream
drivin’ towards jeff hardy, flash the f+ckin’ high beams
an old age outlaw, double jump with the crotch chop
and hit myself in the nuts, now that’s a f+ckin’ c+ck shot
all of us are causing mayhem like the nexus
sitting at a diner with little jimmy eating breakfast
i’m here chilling and i’m way outta luck
i just hit torch with a chair, so i’m runnin’, ah f+ck
he hit me with a chair, what the f+ck is going on?
guess that’s what i get for gettin’ fun time on a song
this sh+t’s a cage match, now i’m locked in the sin bin
mcnastee’s so macho, so snap into a slim jim
[verse 5: mcnastee]
i swallowed two fifths
and got stopped for public intoxication but honest that ain’t news, b+tch
your conversation and topics are so played
your everyday portrayal is the finger poke of doom
it’s mack nastee, i’ll sh+t in your bag and that’s facts
me and lio rush kissing no ass, we want stacks
tell me how respect is earned
while we be reaching for a ring they got us waitin’ our turn
you gone learn, if you leave your spot we gone take that
give the kid an open shot, i’ma make that
put me on with fun time and stasis x
my steiner math got us winnin’ in eight flat
diesel power, my trees are all sour
steady gnashin’ my t++th for hours next to devour
callin’ out cowards like poffo, the opps know
their lady’s filled with more members than costco
used to be better, watch the old shows
and tell ’em run that sh+t like it’s your coke nose
ya small town sweathogs with ya bird brains
can’t hang with bad booty daddy and the purp gang

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