He rose from Texas the wrestling scene writing the scriptures of 3:16,
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took it upon himself to erase pieces of trash who got in his face,
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I see his shirts wherever I wander, I know in my heart that they've never laundered
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and they never need it to be and that kind of attitude appeals to me.
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And Mcmahon can't control him so don't even try,
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you can have him arrested but there goes the ride,
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can't take away the intensity of his high,
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but you can't lock away the Stone Cold pride.
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Took out poor Vinnie a shot to the sac,
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A picture was taken so he could look back,
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A pain inflicted on a true fiend,
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molding the king of the true 3:16,
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he's in top form and his knee is fixed,
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ready to school that Shawn Michaels prick
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and open up a can of whoop-ass
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how do you like that jackass?
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And Mcmahon can't control him so don't even try,
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you can have him arrested but there goes the ride,
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can't take away the intensity of his high,
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but you can't lock away the Stone Cold pride.
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The Bottom Line
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| Belvedere |
