>To the tune of "Karma Chameleon"

>Wrestling dreams in Jacksonville, oh so wild,
Tony’s got the cash, he’s Vince’s exiled child.
He’s booking every flip and dive, a high-fly spree,
But half the roster’s injured now, where’s Plan B?

>Every week he tweets, he’s so dramatic,
“WWE’s a sinking ship, I’m wreaking havoc!”
Ratings dip, he’s still the king of Cope,
“Fed’s dead, pal!”—he’s clinging to that rope.

>Tony Khanameleon, you book and you scheme,
You’re living the indie mark’s ultimate dream.
Matches go long, five stars every night,
But your TV deal’s flickering out of sight.

>Cody left, he built the throne, then walked away,
Punk came in, burned it down in just one day.
You’ve got Mox, you’ve got Bryan, a stacked-up crew,
But WWE’s got Roman, and he’s laughing at you.

>Every Dynamite’s a “game-changer,” sure,
“Vince’s brain’s a fossil, I’m the cure!”
Botches pile up, the crowd’s asleep,
“Fed’s bad!” chants can’t hide the sweep.

>Tony Khanameleon, you book and you scheme,
You’re living the indie mark’s ultimate dream.
Matches go long, five stars every night,
But your TV deal’s flickering out of sight.

>Loving you’d be easy if your shows made sense,
Too many belts, Tony, it’s just pretense.
When PPV buys don’t hit the mark,
You blame the Fed, not your creative spark.

>Tony Khanameleon, you book and you scheme,
You’re living the indie mark’s ultimate dream.
Matches go long, five stars every night,
But your TV deal’s flickering out of sight.

>Tony Khanameleon, “Dub’s the best!” you cry,
“WWE’s where wrestling goes to die!”
Tony Khanameleon, your X posts are bold,
But “Fed’s dead” memes are getting old