I got that mania in my veins how i came up wrestling out these chains yeah bitch, got that finisher miss elizabeth, sure do miss her that mania was so insane to meee saturday morning, always waiting for meee that mania, that mania bitch i got that mania bitch i got that mania that mania, that mania (mania, mania, mania) Neva meet your idols they fall like towers appear like titans in a ring, wrestling looking like fightin sell that buildin for a few mil supa stars over the hill trying to cling on, poppin a pill now they feel’n like ben-wah copping a kill (cop’n a kill) the mick man, vince-ant just, just kick the can already that good shit, petty tell em dean, that’s good shit, petty who is this good shit supposed to amuse? a goon skating, or a booger 2 bruise that mania, make em insane (eee-uh) that mania, that mania bitch i got that mania bitch i got that mania that mania, that mania (mania, mania, mania) jacked up, told me to take my vitamins now i do everything in spite of him red and yellow, a coward pol-a-tick’n creative control anywhere he stick his neck in toned, tanned, oil’d up to get a few mill leg drop, cross chop, hollywood hillz no sold, not 2 cold, no job squad now he rockin that dad bod blown out back, hardly walk’n still talking smack, sling, slinging hops beer gut old-er den pops too old, too heal our perception sports entertainment a bunch of deception that mania, that mania bitch i got that mania bitch i got that mania that mania, that mania (mania, mania, mania) hero to heel feel’n like an idol for real now they get the boos for real they all hero 2 heel hero 2 heel here 2 heal mark my words for real here 2 heal that mania, that mania bitch i got that mania bitch i got that mania that mania, that mania (mania, mania, man
