[Verse 1: growling villain male MC, drags behind the beat, lazy and sneering] Walk out slow in a robe with a gold tooth and a bad knee Every mama in the cheap seats wanna throw her drink at me Spit at the front row, then I grab the mic and frown Tell 'em that their high school football team's the worst around Roll of quarters hidden in the waistband of my tights Ref is checkin' on the turnbuckle, I'm smilin' at the lights Twenty years of boos, and I wear 'em like a crown Every hero on a T-shirt needed somebody to drown Then I climb up on the top rope with my arms out like a cross And forty thousand people pray to watch me take a loss [Hook: growling villain male MC, organ stabs] I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and you love to hate the heel Every boo you throw at me is the realest thing you feel I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and the kid you came to see He can only stand that tall 'cause he's standin' on me [Verse 2: growling villain male MC, still lazy behind the beat] Tonight's the main event, got the sheet inside my locker Says the heel goes down at ten, and the crowd goes off its rocker And the man who gets the win is a kid named Tommy Bright Smile like a toothpaste ad, but he's hungry, and he's right Took him to my garage, built a ring of tires and rope Taught him how to fall a hundred times and land it like a joke Taught him how a crowd breathes, taught him how to hold it long Taught him every hold I know, and every trick, and every wrong [Hook: growling villain male MC, organ stabs] I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and you love to hate the heel Every boo you throw at me is the realest thing you feel I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and the kid you came to see He can only stand that tall 'cause he's standin' on me [Bridge: growling villain male MC, just the 808 and the organ, low and heavy] Doin' the job, that's what they call it when you lose You lie down for the story, and you make the story true Anybody can win, man, a win is just a pin But you gotta lose it right so the people let him in [Verse 3: growling villain male MC, he snaps dead onto the beat as the match starts] Bell rings, I'm dirty, and I'm meaner than I've been Throw him to the floor, I rake his eyes, I bend him at the shin Twelve minutes in, and I'm lookin' like I'm winnin' Then I see that little hunger that I taught him in the beginnin' Hits me with the spear I showed him in a garage full of tires Flies off the top rope, and the whole place is on fire One, two, I could kick out, I could ruin it for good Three, and I'm starin' at the lights, and it's lookin' like it should Forty thousand people booin' every step along the track Best night of my career, and I never once looked back [Hook: growling villain male MC, full organ and 808] I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and you love to hate the heel Every boo you throw at me is the realest thing you feel I'm the heel, I'm the heel, and the kid you came to see He can only stand that tall 'cause he's standin' on me [End]
