This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached.
He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back.
He’s an animal, he’s hungry.
You ain’t been hungry, since Supreme Clientele.
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in.
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah). You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up).
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth, nigga).
You ain’t hungry. Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym.
Get out of my ring, you disgust me…
Get out my face!
No you ain’t got no mo?
Don’t need no has been messin’ up my corner.
And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off.
And you better know the dogs are in the enclosed pool area.
Hey, fool, you ready for another beating?
You should have never came back. Look here man after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face.
Don’t give this sucker no statue, give him death.
I told y’all I wasn’t going away.
You had your shot now give me mine. Now why don’t you tell these folks why you been ducking me?
politics man.
You think you going to keep me down.?
They don’t want me to have the title. Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there.
Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than him in bed.
I’M THE CHAMP
IM CHRIS BENOIT
