This goes to every hip hot artist giving me no respect. 
Why don’t you step up to me? You’ll get bounced like a bad check. 
So hip hop hates me, cause I don’t rhyme about gats. 
And I’m a white kid rockin’ throwbacks and pinwheel hats. 
I don’t care about how many microphones I get in magazines. 
I got my own flow, you can have your mainstream. 
I’ll out rhyme you with anything that I say to ya. 
I’m making an open challenge at WrestleMania. 
In front of 50,000 I’ll expose your mistakes. 
And piss all over you like you was urinal cakes. 
I’m taking over hip hop and the wrestling ring. 
That’s why I’m fully focused on the Next Big Thing. 
I was laughing last week when you got beated you meathead. 
It was funny watching the Vanilla Gorilla turn beat red. 
You can’t handle losing Brock, you turn into a sore sport. 
And crippled Eric Angle, tried to cut his career short. 
You think that’s funny? Messing with people’s lives? 
Next week I’m coming to Smackdown. Let’s see if you survive! 
I’m harcore like porno flicks. You’re softballs like slow pitch. 
Here comes the real pain Brock. Payback’s a bitch!