Shawn Ashley Collins - k** Will (Volume 1) lyrics

[Intro 1: The Dark Knight sample] "It's simple...k** the Batman" [Intro 2: Matt Robinson (Jensen Karp)] He calls out, he calls out Shawn- (Yeah) He just says, like 'Where you at?' And but he's like 'I get you got a job So I'm gonna cut you some slack But like, where you at?' He called him out a little bit (Uhh..) A little bit! (It's definitely a challenge...) [Intro 3: William Giovanni sample] "Get Up God I might turn heel Cause I'm feeling like I pa**ed Shawn up Get Up-Get Up-Get Up God I might turn heel Cause I'm feel like I pa**ed Shawn up Get Up-Get Up [Verse 1] I don't really do this, but I make exceptions Somebody brought my name into question And, I heard your micro displays of aggression Rhymes so cute that they gave me an erection Now you're thinking 'Shucks!' How Can you back this up? (Wow) Too late you're stuck (Pow) Baby wants to f** (Now) Huh? I said 'Baby wants to f** now' Hnnh! Hnnh! So that's what we're gonna do [Verse 2] Somebody should have phoned you Or warned you and told you That no, you can never ever dethrone, dude Started all this sh** many moons ago Before Matty was the co-host The Hype Men Reunion show Before Jensen turned his hand into a tuna roll Before Fat Jew and you Wonder where the phone booths go Before I had to spank you like a two year old You went too deep and hit a wall, dog Truman Show [Verse 3] Truth be told, your raps are dope, I like you But Jesus Christ, I get attacked by my disciples? You're breaking my heart, kid, You're Shawn Michaels Cause ain't nobody buying your sh**, man, it's Tidal And you should cop Faygo for a cheap pop Cause I'm drinking all your soda And you can try and turn heel with them cheap shots But you can't even get over, no [Verse 4] You need some one to love you, Will Hug you, Will Tell you that they want you, Will You need an Uncle Phil I can't do it, man, I'm busy getting married Young Triple H, man somebody getting buried Try to play the game, you need a genie Call me Shawn Cena, Shawn Cena Rapper dudes can't see me I said try to play the game you need a genie Call me Shawn Cena Can't see me [Verse 5] This thing of ours, La Cosa Nostra Get up on this like coaxin' Brunch up on the sofa All the way from LA to Boca Knocking every week, the podcast Jehovahs Bear witness I'm just a kid from Akron Who moved to Manhattan, dabblin' in rappin' Fat chance - you k**in' the Batman, bad plan Like telling Matt you hate Badlands My ultrasound boy'll put you in the meme And you're lucky I ain't have Jay drop you from the team Got a good life, good wife, good credit So unless you need a loan You should leave me alone Shouts to teewhy, shouts to Wobzee Shouts to Cleve and shouts to Kahlee Will, take this L man, just say that you're sorry Goodfellas style "I know I f**ed up, Paulie!" If Michaels and Hart could form an alliance I'd be happy to forgive your little acts of defiance But pa**ing Shawn up? Buddy, keep tryin' Cause if you're the Get Up God, then I'm science