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lirik lagu the department of darkness - heel team

feel that hard pop, pyrotechnics, hearts stop
my name appears upon the t-tantron in sharp font
i hit the ramp, flex, vamp, rock my fight walk
when my hand goes up, your mouths shut, mic drop

i rock striking like a cobra in a boa
not the biggest guy, but i could cut a promo in a coma
you want your program autographed? got it
i draw a middle finger on it, ball it up and toss it

i see your stupid signs, i hear your stupid chants
i never pay no mind to babyfaces’ sycophants
i eat up that heat, feed me your boos and those hisses
go on, keep at it, y’all, and i’ll just keep on blowing you kisses

the rafters shaking above me
you say you love to hate me ‘cause you hate that you love me
you see me as an easy over though you’re crashing to the bottom
‘cause dog, i’m only half of your problem

from backstage – to the cage – go to h-ll – in a cell
hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell
got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience
he’s the muscles – i’m the mouth of this operation

i write the checks – he’s the one who will cash ‘em
while i’m always in his corner – cold causing distractions
it’s two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm
we walked in wearing belts – and we’re leaving here with ‘em

y’all better heed me when you see me coming down the ramp
give you heebies jeebies, leaving your singlet brown and damp
you’ll p-ss ya pants when you get these hands, better back down
i bring that raw power when i’m layin’ the smackdown

both my fists ‘bout to have a date withcha face
make you regret you came to this disgrace of a place
what’s this city called? worst city of the year
let’s be real, we’d rather be in any city but here

i don’t say things for the cheap pop
i’m the type to hit you with a cheap shot. hit you with that low blow
but the ref won’t know, cause my partna distracting the referee
effortlessly with the mouth that he got

don’t need to talk in promos, i’m a beast display
i’ll break ya legs, arms and neck and i’ll beat ya face
special maneuver that’ll prove that we the best in town
step inside this ring, and we gon take ya down

from backstage – to the cage – go to h-ll – in a cell
hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell
got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience
i’m the muscles – he’s the mouth of this operation

he writes the checks – i’m the one who will cash ‘em
while he’s always in my corner – cold causing distractions
it’s two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm
we walked in wearing belts – and we’re leaving here with ‘em

i start the match much to your surprise
duck through the ropes a couple times, then i tag in the big guy
it’s i, the man who always manages to damage
i won’t leave you standing, you will feel my power when i’m slammin’

and even if you take me down, i’mma flair with rage
you couldn’t get a three count even if there were errors made
your partner gets a two-count cover which i barely save
and pull you off the apr-n, kick you into the barricade

if you run back in the ring, better expect i hit you
ya partner gets a clothesline, you gon get a big boot
when i bring a chair into the fight, you get nervous
crack open a jabroni like “you deserve it!”

but he’s the legal man, his lethal hands administer
your demolition, laughing as he sets up his finisher
my finisher? i’mma put my partner on my shoulders
powerslam him on you, pin you for the three count and it’s over

from backstage – to the cage – go to h-ll – in a cell
hit the ring – do our thing – at the sound – of the bell
got no entourage – got no advocate – and we got no patience
i’m the muscles – i’m the mouth of this operation

i write the checks – i’m the one who will cash ‘em
while i’m always in his corner – cold causing distractions
it’s two against you – dropping signatures in rhythm
we walked in wearing belts – and we’re leaving here with ‘em

- lirik lagu the department of darkness

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