Post by Flop on Dec 15, 2019 4:39:36 GMT -5
Just say you know at the end of this
every one of you will be looking up at me
Your all hookers on knees
And I'm that massive erection
I'll make you all bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
Come and do your best but it still won't be enough
Champions first right, Raging Dead right
Took the belt same night I dropped the soap right
Better hope I don't the soap right
Sorry Vayden no other chance
Maybe with me in the shower
But not for the gold at Cruiserweight Havoc
Unless it’s another Flop golden shower
Who next? McMorris Zombie
More like Blowup dollbe
One Hit. Pop. Fizz
No place in this biz
Like his old partnah in crime
Put ya in a coma - fah real dis time
Who Next?
Geri Miller. Another damn zombie
‘Cept this arse white as Vanilla
Like Michael Jackson after Thriller
All the fuckin same
Like a VHS tape stuck in loop
See me a joke
No threat but I’ll show you!
Lets get some variety
Pyschopomp and his downward dog
Ain’t a fan of yoga
Throw you out like ya spoiled yoghurt
Kitty Petrova
Mad Kitty Bad Kitty Sad Kitty
Dead Kitty fed to to Pomp’s hungry dog
And here comes Alex Scott
Another natural athlete
Natural in defeat
All steroids and oil
Gonna pop your ego like ya ass boil
Over the Horizon
Comes Konrad Raab
Won’t overcome Flop
Just like Deimos
Back to Horizon
I could take about Kyle Cameron
But what would be the point
He’s a Geri Miller clone
Derrick Vayden’s bitch.
Hello Hobo
Lets go Slo Mo
Over the top I’ll throw
You
Goodbye Hobo
Evil Spirits invade my next two
Sun Vulcan Sentai and Kabukii
Speaking in tongues
With faces from a Wes Craven Nightmare
Over the top rope exorcism
Fat Freddy Funk
More junk in the trunk
Batter up
Splatter up
Like ya face after a plate of spaghetti
Au revior Fat Freddy
Cereal Man
Silly rabbit
Don't ya know trix are for you kids
Goodbye with Myxomatosis
Off Course Spider Balls
Better meal than Cereal Man
But best found on street corner
Just like our next hoe
Cecilia Ortiz just another lady
That belong on her back
Like a spider balls
Squashed underfoot
Opposite of the tough girls
Nika Kosov and Nikki Vaughn
Those two throw punches
But no different to the sluts really
Because when I am floppin it out
I’m droppin you out.
Cours ya can’t be as tough Torrance
Ya know Geoffrey Fuckin
So tough he gotta tell us
Tough name
So FUCKIN lame
The Aviator
Not DiCaprio not the sunglasses
But Graham Baker
Flying over the top rope not lasting
Some many highlights
Like Moriaty
Sherlock’s nemesis
Well I am no great detective
But your wrestling skill
I will prove you defective
Jacqui M always fuckin angry
Jacqui M must be hangry
Jacqui M can just languish
In the anguish
Of knowing she loses by being Flopped
We all know Magic - tricks
But even Cereal Man know tricks are for kids
With a wave of the wand
And Puff of smoke
Wow. Magic be gone.
Son of Legend
JC Keeton
Still gonna cop a beating
Over the top rope you will go
Like a car over the cliff with a dead engine
Kanaida Sharpe
Vagabond
Maybe one day I’ll meet you outside the ring
Like in a dark alley
Say hello
Shove twelves knives in your anus
Not butter knives
But steak knives serrated and sharp
Of course we have Coda and Colby Korver
One shot from my old the revolver
Both of em ridin away in the back of hearse
Now the last discourse
Quixote Della Torre
The Guillotine
Oh you don’t like anymore
Shoulda beheaded your whore
What’s her name Tawny?
Can’t help ya’self when ya horny?
Oh well.
What the hell.
Until Vayden you were the pinnacle
But at Havoc your dismantling
It will be clinical
Not lost
Following my own path
Hearing voices
Looking forward not past
In the end I need a therapist
For these voices in my head
But look in my mirror
And see the problem
The Rapist
You’re all fucked
every one of you will be looking up at me
Your all hookers on knees
And I'm that massive erection
I'll make you all bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
Come and do your best but it still won't be enough
Champions first right, Raging Dead right
Took the belt same night I dropped the soap right
Better hope I don't the soap right
Sorry Vayden no other chance
Maybe with me in the shower
But not for the gold at Cruiserweight Havoc
Unless it’s another Flop golden shower
Who next? McMorris Zombie
More like Blowup dollbe
One Hit. Pop. Fizz
No place in this biz
Like his old partnah in crime
Put ya in a coma - fah real dis time
Who Next?
Geri Miller. Another damn zombie
‘Cept this arse white as Vanilla
Like Michael Jackson after Thriller
All the fuckin same
Like a VHS tape stuck in loop
See me a joke
No threat but I’ll show you!
Lets get some variety
Pyschopomp and his downward dog
Ain’t a fan of yoga
Throw you out like ya spoiled yoghurt
Kitty Petrova
Mad Kitty Bad Kitty Sad Kitty
Dead Kitty fed to to Pomp’s hungry dog
And here comes Alex Scott
Another natural athlete
Natural in defeat
All steroids and oil
Gonna pop your ego like ya ass boil
Over the Horizon
Comes Konrad Raab
Won’t overcome Flop
Just like Deimos
Back to Horizon
I could take about Kyle Cameron
But what would be the point
He’s a Geri Miller clone
Derrick Vayden’s bitch.
Hello Hobo
Lets go Slo Mo
Over the top I’ll throw
You
Goodbye Hobo
Evil Spirits invade my next two
Sun Vulcan Sentai and Kabukii
Speaking in tongues
With faces from a Wes Craven Nightmare
Over the top rope exorcism
Fat Freddy Funk
More junk in the trunk
Batter up
Splatter up
Like ya face after a plate of spaghetti
Au revior Fat Freddy
Cereal Man
Silly rabbit
Don't ya know trix are for you kids
Goodbye with Myxomatosis
Off Course Spider Balls
Better meal than Cereal Man
But best found on street corner
Just like our next hoe
Cecilia Ortiz just another lady
That belong on her back
Like a spider balls
Squashed underfoot
Opposite of the tough girls
Nika Kosov and Nikki Vaughn
Those two throw punches
But no different to the sluts really
Because when I am floppin it out
I’m droppin you out.
Cours ya can’t be as tough Torrance
Ya know Geoffrey Fuckin
So tough he gotta tell us
Tough name
So FUCKIN lame
The Aviator
Not DiCaprio not the sunglasses
But Graham Baker
Flying over the top rope not lasting
Some many highlights
Like Moriaty
Sherlock’s nemesis
Well I am no great detective
But your wrestling skill
I will prove you defective
Jacqui M always fuckin angry
Jacqui M must be hangry
Jacqui M can just languish
In the anguish
Of knowing she loses by being Flopped
We all know Magic - tricks
But even Cereal Man know tricks are for kids
With a wave of the wand
And Puff of smoke
Wow. Magic be gone.
Son of Legend
JC Keeton
Still gonna cop a beating
Over the top rope you will go
Like a car over the cliff with a dead engine
Kanaida Sharpe
Vagabond
Maybe one day I’ll meet you outside the ring
Like in a dark alley
Say hello
Shove twelves knives in your anus
Not butter knives
But steak knives serrated and sharp
Of course we have Coda and Colby Korver
One shot from my old the revolver
Both of em ridin away in the back of hearse
Now the last discourse
Quixote Della Torre
The Guillotine
Oh you don’t like anymore
Shoulda beheaded your whore
What’s her name Tawny?
Can’t help ya’self when ya horny?
Oh well.
What the hell.
Until Vayden you were the pinnacle
But at Havoc your dismantling
It will be clinical
Not lost
Following my own path
Hearing voices
Looking forward not past
In the end I need a therapist
For these voices in my head
But look in my mirror
And see the problem
The Rapist
You’re all fucked