Kashdinero..... No gimmicks needed!
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Originally Posted by Kashdinero
First of all....
Mad props out to my boi SuperCena
For leaving Scotland looking like a period covered wiener!
He innovated some hardcore like my mate Tommy Dreamer
I feel sorry for the cleaner who had to mop the arena!
For winning that strap, I'm gonna buy him a Beemer
So he can finally get rid of that old red Ford Cortina!
WWTNA you need to make this team, brah,
And while I'm here, I could've sworn TDA was a she, Brah!
And now...
Since the PPV I've been conspicuous by my absence.
Well I've been drowning my sorrows in Gin, Rum and Absenth,
At a sleazy snooker hall playing poker with shifty gents
Until I snapped back to life after a phone call from Fifty Cents,
His pep talk helped me to reclaim my common sense,
And with my boosted confidence I will return to prominence!
I've still got zero tolerance for incompetence
And I can still get fit chicks on all seven continents!!!
See, I may have been beat, last week, by a cheat,
But this lyrical athlete's still ready to compete
On the same level, the devil in me won't let me sleep
Until I ram both feet through Trips smelly yellow teeth,
Until his inner voice tells him that it's time to retreat,
Or until I run his lame arse over with my jeep
And I see his brain leak onto the cold concrete,
In broad daylight... fuck being discreet!
Remember, everybody loses, nobody cruises
Through life without picking up a few cuts and bruises,
I'll get past the pain with a few medicinal doobies,
See, a loss won't keep me from completing my duties,
Like making Trips beg for his life while he's on two knee's,
Before I knock him out with the punch power of two James Tooneys,
88's still faker than Terri Runnels boobies,
And the next time I see him I'll turn his guts into smoothies!
Can I get an amen, bruva!
Mad props out to my boi SuperCena
For leaving Scotland looking like a period covered wiener!
He innovated some hardcore like my mate Tommy Dreamer
I feel sorry for the cleaner who had to mop the arena!
For winning that strap, I'm gonna buy him a Beemer
So he can finally get rid of that old red Ford Cortina!
WWTNA you need to make this team, brah,
And while I'm here, I could've sworn TDA was a she, Brah!
And now...
Since the PPV I've been conspicuous by my absence.
Well I've been drowning my sorrows in Gin, Rum and Absenth,
At a sleazy snooker hall playing poker with shifty gents
Until I snapped back to life after a phone call from Fifty Cents,
His pep talk helped me to reclaim my common sense,
And with my boosted confidence I will return to prominence!
I've still got zero tolerance for incompetence
And I can still get fit chicks on all seven continents!!!
See, I may have been beat, last week, by a cheat,
But this lyrical athlete's still ready to compete
On the same level, the devil in me won't let me sleep
Until I ram both feet through Trips smelly yellow teeth,
Until his inner voice tells him that it's time to retreat,
Or until I run his lame arse over with my jeep
And I see his brain leak onto the cold concrete,
In broad daylight... fuck being discreet!
Remember, everybody loses, nobody cruises
Through life without picking up a few cuts and bruises,
I'll get past the pain with a few medicinal doobies,
See, a loss won't keep me from completing my duties,
Like making Trips beg for his life while he's on two knee's,
Before I knock him out with the punch power of two James Tooneys,
88's still faker than Terri Runnels boobies,
And the next time I see him I'll turn his guts into smoothies!
Can I get an amen, bruva!
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