The Bottom Line

He rose from texas the wrestling scene writing the scriptures of 3:16
Took it upon himself to erase pieces of trash who got in his face
I see his shirts wherever I wander, I know in my heart that they've never laundered
And they never need it to be and that kind of attitude appeals to me
And mcmahon can't control him so don't even try
You can have him arrested but there goes the ride
Can't take away the intensity of his high
But you can't lock away the stone cold pride
Took out poor vinnie a shot to the sac
A picture was taken so he could look back
A pain inflicted on a true fiend
Molding the king of the true 3:16
He's in top form and his knee is fixed
Ready to school that shawn michaels prick
And open up a can of whoop-ass
How do you like that jackass?
And mcmahon can't control him so don't even try
You can have him arrested but there goes the ride
Can't take away the intensity of his high
But you can't lock away the stone cold pride