Bric F–, Bric Flair
Goes like this, right now, tonight
I’m in your very own backyard, right now, National Television, listen up, you can run, but you can’t hide
It’s so hard for me to sit back here in this studio, looking at a guy out here, hollerin’ my name
When last year I spend more money on spilled Liquor
If I rise from one side of the world to the other then you made it (What?)
It’s time to seperate the winners from the losers, the beggers from the choosers
If you steppin’ in thе ring with me, you best know what you doin’, fully bulletproof bathrobе
No weapon that you usin’, shall porsper, Suplex shoe and a pair of Patrick Juhasz, cap, Kastner
You dancin’ with wolves, they want me obsolete, got me heated, still on my toes
Ain’t talkin Prostopedic, gots to feel it, pray on my foes
Don’t tote the gun, la, made event, flair for the gold
Lord knows we sport durags, tied in the front
At award shows, backstage, play if you want
I flip your torso, more so I make sure you bums don’t get a morsel
Lay you on the floor then apply the Figure Four slow
The agony it’s sawful, how Mall cook a beat like falafel, then I treat it like a belgian waffle
Pockets run deep like still waters, the midnight marauder, Legends Coney be my meal order (Diamond>/i>)
Dip the camouflage like Sgt. Slaughter
Get ready, woo we are go-er and we are gonna get her, till anybody else a lieFlair sh#t, n#gg#
Yo, I give to you hardcore, flip a n#gg# like parkour
Cactus Jack 4s, got a open like a bond door
Force count everywhere extrodinar’, encore, pray for rain, only Umbrellas can block the down poor
Furthermore I’m drawin’ a line, that’s a underscore
Grand Slam Champ, I done it all, who wanna brawl, none of yall
n#gg#s that work little and wanted more
Pin em to the matt, now the fans and the uproar
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Mickey Diamond Lyrics – Backstage