JPEGMAFIA - Black Steve Austin lyrics

[Intro] (Gla** shattering) "Uhh, sh-show us your prizes" Uh-huh "And that's not-" Ay, uh "-being married to Steve Austin-" My god "-he was always nice to-" Yeah, my god "-rays that would last-" b**h, you know who it is --- Going for the pin Yeah, yeah, uh "-I think it's something-" [Hook] I ain't with the talking You know that I'm cold like Boston Beat my b**h a** I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my b**h a** I'm a young Steve b**h, you kn- Beat my b**h a** I'm a young I ain't with the talking b**h, you know I'm cold like Boston Beat my b**h a** I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my b**h a** I'm a young Steve Austin Beat my b**h a** --- a young Steve --- [Verse] b**h you know I'm saucin' I've been on a tour b**h, I'm bossin' Beat my b**h a** like a young Steve Austin Keep that heat stashed cuz' I'm cold like Boston Pin that hoe down and she spread like frosting Young Andy Kaufman b**h, I'm in a coffin Rose from the dead Got that head Like a Petraeus No, I don't give a f** Bout' how the media portray us Cause I know p**y n***as always come in different flavors It's like black ones White ones Skinny, fat, and dyke ones Clothesline, suplex b**h, I might fight one Beat my b**h a** like a young Chris Brown The only difference is Steve pale, Chris brown I beat my b**h a** cuz' it's only thing I'm good at I beat my b**h a** cause I'm white and I can do that [Outro] "-that man right there! This crowd [?]"