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scico screwjob - long live evil lyrics

[intro]
if you’re down with the [?]
kiss my ass

[verse 1: billy obey]
[champ?] forever and a day, nah, i ain’t countin’ hit
hit a blunt to the face and i’m high as sp*ce mountain
jump off the edge, rest in peace
i’m back from the dead gettin’ tombstoned, bet
on wax, we a threat from the top, your heart drop
at my rock bottom shot two marks
([?]) i do what it do
i mean, they said it was a shoot interview, ha ha ha
the super famous fun time guys, it’s sick
when my young guns buck, you feel a super kick
on my lucha sh*t, you know that billy be puffin’ a bag of reefer
put ’em down with a dragon sweeper
you stoppin’ lle? that i’d have to see
my sharp shooter shatter your dreams
no heart, we’ll drop you dead in thе ring
i fiend for the blood, put the rеd on the screen, let’s go

[chorus]
no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
it’s the lle, hit the one two three
then again with the scico screwjob
you got no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
the refs better call somebody
it’s about to get bl**dy
[verse 2: joe black]
i gotta dodge all the panties that the women throw
’cause i’m the sh*t, bam bam, deuce bigalow
drunk backstage, asked [?] to pass the sugar (please?)
i’ll smash a hooker faster than bastian booger
title bout, going out top goat
hang myself with a belt from the top rope
if my finisher connects, you’re either dead or out cold
conversate with the heads i collect like al snow (what’s up?)
body of a god, same shape as buddha
you a disgrace, puke in your face, great [?]
k!ll in the ring, but you’re not [rotting?]
[?] but you can catch a cross body
the sh*t is warfare, there is no piece
implant a steel chair in your dome piece
all the while [?] the crowd while you bleed out
and frog splash your ass [?] (one, two, three)

[chorus]
no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
it’s the lle, hit the one two three
then again with the scico screwjob
you got no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
the refs better call somebody
it’s about to get bl**dy
[verse 3: mr 8 legz]
hit my [pyrotechnics?] time to send ’em a message
marks need to scramble and up and locate the exists
before this [nexus next to you?] with your neck slit
david arquette sh*t, then it’s on to the next gig
b*tch, f*ck you and your clique
catch a smacked face back stage poppin’ off at the lip
i ain’t with the [?] lames barely makin’ a name
i’m here to change the game like [?]
fall back, there’s no holdin’ my bars, it’s all facts
closest you gettin’ is pickin’ up my bar tabs
[?] i’ve seen more heart in a car crash
i’ll rip the spine from your back, now that’s a f*ckin’ dark match
let me tell you something, brother
i highly doubt that your mother
gon’ be cool with a luchador, i’ll be takin’ you from her
but i’ma go for the cover
choke and smother, [?] make you suffer
send you to heaven, that’s how i’ll put you over, motherf*cker

[chorus]
no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
it’s the lle, hit the one two three
then again with the scico screwjob
you got no chance, no chance, that’s what you got
the refs better call somebody
it’s about to get bl**dy
[verse 4: lee carver]
ever see a fat f*ck [?]
from the top of the arena [crush a scene?] [?]
but it still get a pop from the marks in the stands
the day h*ll freezes over, you’ll be over with fans
carver death match champ, top heel in the covenant
you cryin’ all night, helps you go to sleep comfortable
[?] numbers are scott steiner [?]
i just might get to [?] here’s your reminder
you [?] [hall?] sk!ll couldn’t reach the [?]
i got ring rats from detroit to bismarck
and this dark match has one stipulation
[?]
smoke thursday night, thunder spit sunder night
[?] break a glass every time [that i spit?]
lle, and we makin’ ’em panic
it’s still f*ckin’ real to me, d*mn it

[verse 5: whipstick]
take you out the [?] you like a [?]
call the undertake, buried alive, i’m paul bearer
a tall terror, [gets encouraged?] [?]
baby face, std, that positive role model
they said it’s a shoot interview, we go atomic with a leg drop
[i wish you all the luck?] then break your leg with [insane pops?]
seventy*eight feet from [?] to the ceiling
take a [pistol?], shove it in your face and call me [?]
[?] with a f*cking cattle prod
dance in all the gasoline and burn it down [?] [babylon?]
salt the earth, right the wrongs, rowdy roddy piper [?]
mix it up with music, play it back on the [?]
[?] [match switch blades?] [?]
serrated to your scalp, push your wig back
arrange your facial features like a [?]
and wreck you like rikishi and get [?] with the whiplash

[outro]
[?] hit the [?] and double over one by one
and steve austin said [?]
[?] what

- long live evil lyrics

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