Scott Hall
Showtime
I move in silence like a snake without a rattle
Wannabes that no one listens to think we should battle
Kiss until they tattle, riding me without a saddle
Shorty know I'm dripping like Adam Sandler without a paddle
Spitting kilo, skeet, skirt, the El Camino
Perform in Reno, spitting sicker than the chemo
Cold as winter time, I be making rappers fall
I'm in his face with a toothpick like Scott Hall
They can't stand me, I'm getting numbers, I'm at the mall
Scramble them just like some eggs I quarterback the draw
I ain't passing them shit, they don't deserve the ball
On Monday night, the fucking Raw, he hit the rookie wall
They pay attention to me like they fucking paying bills
I be feeling sorry for em like I'm gaining feels
He can't fuck with me, he tripping like he sprayed his heel
Lyrically, I'm Lance Armstrong and he on training wheels
He can never hang, I'm fresh to death, I hang from chains
I leveled up and no one notable can say I changed
Booker T the book end bitch, I'm writing off the page
Flexing like I'm Scott Hall off like 100 bangs
Busting like 100 thangs, no one know they names
Spitting frostbite like my teeth from Johnny Dang
Hit like Liu Kang, smoke him like a new strain
I'm the rapping animal that no one fucking tamed
Shorty stay in fucking lane
Take his mask off his head
Looked at it, saw who it was
I'm like, damn, shot his ass again
I move in silence like a snake without a rattle
Wannabes that no one listens to think we should battle
Kiss until they tattle, riding me without a saddle
Shorty know I'm dripping like Adam Sandler without a paddle
Spitting kilo, skeet, skirt, the El Camino
Perform in Reno, spitting sicker than the chemo
Cold as winter time, I be making rappers fall
I'm in his face with a toothpick like Scott Hall
They can't stand me, I'm getting numbers, I'm at the mall
Scramble them just like some eggs I quarterback the draw
I ain't passing them shit, they don't deserve the ball
On Monday night, the fucking Raw, he hit the rookie wall
They pay attention to me like they fucking paying bills
I be feeling sorry for em like I'm gaining feels
He can't fuck with me, he tripping like he sprayed his heel
Lyrically, I'm Lance Armstrong and he on training wheels
He can never hang, I'm fresh to death, I hang from chains
I leveled up and no one notable can say I changed
Booker T the book end bitch, I'm writing off the page
Flexing like I'm Scott Hall off like 100 bangs
Busting like 100 thangs, no one know they names
Spitting frostbite like my teeth from Johnny Dang
Hit like Liu Kang, smoke him like a new strain
I'm the rapping animal that no one fucking tamed
Shorty stay in fucking lane
Take his mask off his head
Looked at it, saw who it was
I'm like, damn, shot his ass again
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Writer(s): Joseph Luna-bell
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