>if you wanna know why they call me the leader of the Horsemen, then drop those pants and climb aboard Space Mountain, you Grand National galloping, Kentucky Derby clopping, Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe prancing, Red Rum resembling beast of burden. WOOOOO
>Because once I lock in the Figure Four Hoof Lock, there's gonna be some broken horse legs around this track Sasha Banks, and then the inevitable bullet to the head making you more useless than Jim Cornette falling off a scaffold in Kansas. WOOOOOOO
