It's come down to this, something the crowd won't want to miss
One of us will be embarrassed, kissin' on the other's fist
I'll tell you it won't be me, you're gonna be the one on their knees
You're not gonna win, you're a piece of shit and you've always been
You always drag me down, and always push me around
You're my stormcloud, and you've always been so damn loud
You make my life so much harder, and for that I'm gonna make you hurt
So ring the bell turn the cameras on, I am ready to have you gone
I am not losing to you
You won't win
Break your shins
You won't win
Three-count pin
You're not gonna win, you're a piece of shit and you've always been
You always drag me down, and always push me around
Why do you exist?
When I'm done with you, you won't be missed
I'm taking this victory, you're going home with injuries
You were made to make things worse, but you weren't ready for my reverse
I'll hurt you as much as I'm able
Suplex you through a table