Post by Flop on Dec 27, 2019 18:19:11 GMT -5
I’m JC Keeton.
I’m Graham Baker.
Flop pops up. He's naked
I'm Flop.
Fuck you Flop.
Fuck you Flop.
That’s fine just wear a condom.
Nah I’m gonna do you raw
Yeh. No lube.
I’ll do him first
I’m not going second.
Then we’ll do him together - double penetration.
Yeh!
Yeh!
Some tough boys but looking pretty on hands right here
And I get both of you did more than me at Havoc
But you now what they once had a ship that was unsinkable
It was called the Titanic
So the events of the rumble of cruiserweights
New year, new decade, new show, main event for me to win right there
That’s loser talk.
Real loser talk.
Don’t you know that I have won championships here, there and everywhere I have been.
And I am and the son of a legend.
QDT had to cheat to beat me
Well Mr. Baker you lost here in Dick Kick City
And truthfully I ain’t got no pity
Because you might be the Aviator
Not Ray Ban, Not Leo
Certainly not the heart of a lion
And try as you might, you know that I am not lyin’
Great pilot, maybe, maybe not. More like Avril’s skater
Boi!
All grown up
Let me tell you boi, you about to be blown up
I’m gonna make your close up
You gonna take it and like when I’m rose up
Despite the leather jacket your not grown up
When the pressure came you froze up
At Clash, it will be another day you get shown up
You’re a failure so hide behind your trendy fuckin sunglasses
I ain’t got no rule about a man in glasses, I’m classless
So naturally I’m gonna kick your ass
Worse than the third world is kicked by natural disasters
Simply because I can and my chaps are assless
Boi!
Oh Flop, you just told Baker.
Shutup Keeton
Shutup Baker
Both of you shutup
It’s time to step up, step out. I’ve got fists to put up
One of the three
Fighting for the chance to face to QDT
Of the three I intend for the one to be me
Of three there is always a butcher, baker and candlestick maker
We know the Baker
And I will be your butcher so I guess Keeton is making candle sticks
Makes sense, small dick
Let me know though - this ain’t rub-a-dub-dub
But you are all out to sea
You’ve got more chance for a happy ending at the end of a rub and tug
One winner of three
Me
Simple really
Look at it this way Keeton
Could make fun of you - compare you to Batman
But I’m sure that’s a tired old joke
To me, you’re more like Jake in the shadow of the fatman
Except the shadow is Daddy
Stuck following his way
Like a golfer is followed by his caddie
No matter what when why or how in your story you’ve no say
No shame in that, just you’ll just never be the first in the line
Just like you’re the third man in line of fourth line the rhyme
Never first, bring your worst
Your family drags you down so far is must hurt
So bad
So sad
You mad
No, that’s me
Fifth line you're all out to sea
But I found my way to Revolution three
I assure you it will be me who will face QDT
Oh Flop, you told Keeton
Shutup Baker
Shutup Keeton
Really does it matter
I’m the butcher - I slit your throats
Both of you - just sacrificial goats
Laid at the altar
Lambs to slaughter
Blood in the water
Yeh I know Baker lines from your theme song
But whachu gonna do
When I cut your veins, nothing to see here move along
I might not know the blood that runs in those veins
Or the heart that beats in that chest
Oh wait that’s Jay’s song
That’s six seconds less, nothing to see here move along
What?
What?
Controlled by my hands
Snap my fingers I control your words
Snap my fingers I snap your neck
Pulling your strings
I'm your puppet master