Oakley - Royal Rumble lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Gnarly Nate] In pursuit of what I want I'ma k** it with my squad Ain't no time to be subtle See I gotta f**in' eat So I'm just minding me And my crew not these bustas f**in' with the wrong n***as If you tryna set it off Don't cause it's trouble Get the goddamn squad to come through And they deeper than a f**in' Royal Rumble Than a f**in' Royal Rumble Than a f**in' Royal Rumble Get the goddamn squad to come through And they deeper than a f**in' Royal Rumble Than a f**in' Royal Rumble Than a f**in' Royal Rumble Get the goddamn squad to come through And they deeper than a f**in' Royal Rumble [Verse 1: Forrest Slump] This that Sweet Chin Music Man, I'm just a s**y boy Heart Break Kid I'm the wish you never met me boy Got your b**h reachin' for the rope Yeah I made her tap out Cause she don't really like to choke Stone Cold Stunner out the hummer Shane McMahon I'm throwin' hundreds Finna be on Vevo boy I know it's comin' Gettin' paid-per-view in the summer Me and Javi tag teaming hoes Like Hardy Bros Give em' hell in they cell Then sayin' adios Frog Splash in the p**y Like I'm RVD I just give em' hard dick No f**ing TLC Doin' damage Leavin n***as like "DAMN!" Ron Simmons my n***a I keep it pimpin' my n***a And it's No Holds Bars , no rules And b**h "I spit in the face of people who don't like to be cool" [Hooks] [Verse 2: Lsdrew] It's a f**in Royal Rumble coming through with the clique Swanton Bombs in the f**in moshpits Drop kicks to face Blunts barbed wire laced One hit and you drip blood all on the stage ECW flow my rhymes ain't staged Lay the Smack Down on a n***a tryna hate Then i f** his b**h Raw on a Monday Pull out Leave her a** with a cum face Then i flying headbu*t the p**y I'm a savage mutha f**er don't push me Slide you with a chair the reff wasn't looking Now you're leaking and your title got tooken I LIE I CHEAT I STEAL I'll bash your f**in face with steel My squadrons known to f**in k** Money in the bank cashin out a MILL [Verse 3: Gnarly Nate] Move with my pack Barbed wire bats Ain't bring no gats This real combat Forfeit this match I'm off flexin' in my shades like I'm Hogan muf**a' DDT leave you cracked open muf**a' Got quarts like lawyers I wouldn't really trust me Like you wouldn't Randy Orton Coming down clean in the whip Something like JBL Hardcore Champion b**h, you tryna' steal my title belt Pretty b**h, Trish Stratus Wanna trip that acid Keep my stash in the Undertaker's casket Ric Flair mink got a n***a looking dashin' Hop up off the Harley It's Gnarly with the army Got the sledge on me Boy I feel like Triple H Off the top rope Drop kick to the face Fire from the ground When I step out, like Kane Five Knuckle Shuffle f** you up, then brush my shoulders off Bound to throw the game in a muf**in' ankle lock Run up with your Spirit Squad Back to back Batista Bombs Guaranteed to take the win Hands down, like refs When they countin' the pin Motherf**er! [Outro: Gnarly Nate] WHO'S REALLY TRYNA' STEP IN MY RING? WHO REALLY THINKS THEY CAN fu*k WITH ME? TEST YOUR LUCK, b*tch COME AND SEE! TEST YOUR LUCK, b*tch COME AND SEE! ... b*tch!