Lyrics
Fuck you Vince McMan you are a piece of shit. You killed my brother owen. You screwed me. Now I screw you with my fat rhymes.
I sit in my wheelchair lay back and rest, I have a painful feeling in my chest.
Not a day goes by where I don't plan, to cap that mutha fucker by the name of McMan
I fell off my bike and damaged my head, but it doesn't mean that I won't make sure you're dead
The whole worlds against me that I know, but i'll come to your house with my gat in tow.
Oh yeah, make it funky, excellance of execution in da hizzy
Kansas City, May twenty third, it sealed your fate and i'm true to my word. A stupid chance you shouldn't take, a harness so cheap it was destined to break. My little brother owen came speeding towards the mat, hit the turnbuckles and made a big splat. I heard the news, tears welled in my eyes. I started right there, planning your demise.
Oh Yeah! Time to kick it old school, Survivor Series in nintey seven.
Survivor Series in Montreal, you told me I wouldn't have to take the fall.
But that faggot Shawn Micheals and Hunter too, helped set me up for the ultimate screw.
You took my title Vince, your deaths a sure bet, like the towers on nine eleven, you'll never forget.
Thats right, i am a real sharpshooter, pink and black attack is back
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