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New World Order
03:24
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Do you remember the day when red and yellow turned black?
Remember the day that Hulkamania died?
Outsiders swore that he would surface;
a third member today.
Spray paint the belt. Convert the masses.
Takeover the fray.
New World Order gonna come and getcha.
Black and white in your veins.
New World Order gonna come and getcha.
Coming for that company name.
What's under their shirts?
Only 4-Lifers know.
It's that New World Order.
It's that NWO.
Do you recall the change when Sting went black and white?
Recall the change in the rafters, out of sight?
He swore an oath of silent darkness.
Destroy the New World way.
One more for the good guys, baby.
The Order's here to stay.
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Ric Flair's Son
02:21
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Punch that gas. Grab that wheel.
Spark that pot. Break that seal.
Kiss her mouth. Rub her leg.
Make her shout. Make her beg.
When the prophet spoke, said I'm the chosen one.
Styling, profiling like Ric Flair's son.
Not like the Nature Boy. His legend weighs a ton.
He said I'd style and profile like Ric Flair's son.
Wad of cash. Place that bet.
Ride that limousine. Fly that jet.
Women all around. All want me.
Ride space mountain. It ain't free.
Yeah I wish I could be like Ric Flair, baby.
But I just know that I can't.
So I'll follow in Ric Flair's footsteps, yeah.
Cause I can't beat him to be the man.
Kicking some ass. Taking some names.
Winning that gold. Strutting that fame.
Stabbing those backs. Breaking those rules.
Crushing all comers. Chopping all fools.
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Marty folds his neon tights.
He takes off his bicep bands and then he kills the light.
They tear down the ring in the bingo hall.
It's a constant reminder of how the mighty fall.
Long way back to 1989.
They were Rockers, yeah. They were doing fine.
Sweet chin music kicked him through that glass.
That's the day life kicked him in the ass.
He's going nowhere fast.
Glory days are in the past.
Still each night he gives his all.
For the faithful fans at the bingo hall.
Bad knees and a shitty tan.
Driving the circuit south in a shitty van.
Never held a belt like he had hoped.
Keeps paying the bills by jumping off that top rope.
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Nancy Didn't Tap
02:47
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I was a fan of Chris Benoit.
The key word in that phrase is was.
He was a hero of mine back then.
And now I'm so torn, don't know how to begin to explain all these feelings.
He was a horseman and held many titles, but I don't know, it seems wrong.
He killed his wife and his son and it's horrible.
Please take these thoughts from my mind.
A hero of mine, unspeakable crime and I don't know how to react.
Nancy Didn't Tap.
But Nancy didn't tap.
No Nancy didn't tap.
In the crossface she was trapped, but Nancy didn't tap.
Dean Malenko patted the mat, but Nancy didn't tap.
No Nancy didn't tap.
A tragedy to me you see, cause Nancy didn't tap.
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Dead Wrestler
05:33
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Last night I had a dream of a heavenly battle royale.
With my fallen heroes gathered in one central locale.
Thirty ghosts of superstars, but only one man can win.
Wrestling legends take the stage. Let the battle begin!
DEAD WRESTLER
Bruiser Brody was the first to go right over the top rope.
The Von Erichs went out next followed by Dino Bravo.
Big John Stud, Big Dick Dud, and Hercules got thrown out too. Rocco Rock, Johnny Grunge, Hawk, Candido, Ravishing Rick Rude.
DEAD WRESTLER
Mike Awesome and Davey Boy clotheslined out by Gorilla Monsoon.
But Sensational Sherri turned every head in the room.
Which caused Big Boss Man to fall out.
Test, Crush, Earthquake, Yokozuna.
And forcing Andre to the floor was Junkyard, Bad News, and Umaga.
DEAD WRESTLER
Squared-circle all alone, five men all ready for war.
High Flying Brian Pillman fucking tackled Owen Hart.
Mr. Perfect tossed them out, threw out himself and Bam Bam Bigelow.
Last man standing, the champion, Latino Heat, Eddie Guerrero.
ALL GREAT WRESTLERS, BUT THEY'RE DEAD WRESTLERS.
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