(Note: The following song is an interpretation of Rick Ross' "Pirates")
WRESTLERS
I guess there ain't no nice way to
tell you ninjas it's game over, huh?
Time to fly...Take Flight...That's Gawd
Hallucination of gold, while ninja's stomach just rumble
Had to train with the Joshi and break a sweat to stay humble
Ninja living in rubble, within her labeled the rebel
About to bury Eris like Triple H, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my A-Will
Stepping off the Sonoma with the black gym bag filled
Got a cute chick with me, Favor Maryse, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that ninja still taking Ls
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real ninjas fail, and watch you fuck bois strive
Witness Crybulls pale, Piff Fumador just got really high
At this point in my career, I'm just trying to survive
187 stay on my mind, the trainer that gave me the day and time
R.I.P. to the legend, Extreme Enigma honor him with a Cloud 9
King of Elite returns it's Lannister forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the Sky Princess, time to get the richer than Trump
I'm making the cover, one, two, three
Young ninja, twenty-six, hitting dat sig Cloud Kick
Praying for you Savage, elistist full of hate
O'Hara forgives and DEDEDE don't, only wrestlers relate
Trying to keep my head in the ring, ninja
We wrestlers out here, ninja, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my DCW ninjas
Pathway to fortune lead Daniels to mansions and Porsches
Panera bread portions, marijuana imported
Aren dreams of getting gold and never to be extorted
Pulled out so many spots, be preposterous not to record it
Minns is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my L word pearls, while out running father time
Blondes be having my babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind
Chris Elite thinking its voodoo way the Diemos fam be multiplying
Affiliated with darkness, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, Jaegar a triple moonsault off the top
Straight Grim Reaper, Lucian Black walking the streets
Give boss HRDO one call, ya put to sleep
I'm making the cover one, two, three
Young ninja, twenty-six, new Vix champ on the FPV
Praying on you ninjas, Maddie's full of hate
HBB forgives and Tarah don't, only wrestlers relate
The Kimbo is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you Hexagun ninjas
Fuck what you heard, ninja
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it