Tommy Kruise - Rumble lyrics

[Intro:] Hello? Hello? What's up? Yo, where the f** are you at? I'm home, what's up? Nothing's going on, these b**hes said they were gonna come to your house and beat your a** Are you f**ing serious? I wish I was lying, they said they're 'bout to come with their whole squad right now This b**h can get these hands if she f**in' wants to! [Verse 1:] You b**hes scary, shook And if I wanted him, better bet you'd get your man took Read you like a book with all pictures 'cause the picture that you painted screams one thing: motherf**ing hater So what's good, mo, you mad or nah? Let me know, my nine big co*ks can say so if you ready, let me know, though But you won't, 'cause y'all b**hes just ain't bout it You be spoutin' when my back is turned but when it's face-to-face You be stu-stu-stutterin' And when it comes to hands you be fumblin' And I can rock you, one two, if you want to Left right, left right, knock it out like fight night See? This ain't no game to me And if you down my motors you can try my hands and see Ladies and gentlemen (royal rumble) Let's get ready to rumble! [Chorus:] What! Royal rumble Knock your a** out if you talkin' that bull No, you don't want it, but you need it so come get it 'Cause you know I got the hands if you think you competition [x2] [Verse 2:] Nah, I ain't scared of nair, none, nobody Whip you and your b**h at the same time, orgy 'Cause I'm a freaky b**h Tell me if you into it Open up so I can sit Do you like the taste of it? Wow, I bet you do If you had the chance bet you'd eat the whole crew 'Cause you down for the team, yeah, you know what I mean He go down, he put his face in it And he strapped to the nines, take a case for it Yeah, he the real thing, like the diamonds in his chains Said he like to eat my p**y 'cause it taste like money Wow What more could you want from me? Top dollar coochie while y'all b**hes on the bottom dollar And I don't bother with no salty a** hoes You can keep the saltines, I got tens on my team Tonight, we are going to witness professional wrestling [Chorus:] What! Royal rumble Knock your a** out if you talkin' that bull No, you don't want it, but you need it so come get it 'Cause you know I got the hands if you think you competition [x2] [Verse 3:] [?] leverage and your cranium Open up your ridges, let me see what you're made of [?] fluffy stuff [?] soft like a teddy bear, teddy bear, build-a-bear the shape of how you wanna [?] block your creativity You a social bu*terfly, but I'm a single bumblebee Comin' out the box of this, comin' out with [?] of fists Punchin' in the air Yeah, I swing but I don't miss Knocking out the notions that a sweet girl can'ts but they wanna send me back because I'm defective The f**ing negativity like metapod Yeah, you got a man, can I have him? I'm tryna catch em all 'Cause the p**y got some powers, got him by the pokeballs