[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh

[Verse 1]
I'ma make the pussy ring out, it's Friday Night Smackdown
Jump off the ropes, Swanton Bomb, yeah, it's Monday Night Raw
Bitch asked what's the move, yeah
Told them boys, "Just pull up to stu'," yeah
I'm on a boat with the crew, yeah
Bands stretch all the way to All Blue, yeah
I'm going manic, switch moods, yeah
Splash on these boys, I'm Chris Smoove, yeah
I'ma get the crowd good for the new year
Huh, yeah
Would've thought I'm Frieza, I'm with my brother, he Cooler
I'ma piece that boy with no stick, do him like King Cold, yeah
I'ma dive in a super soaker, bring Trunks to thе pool, yeah
I'm a god in that pool or poker, boy, I'm the rеal ruler

[Chorus]
I'ma go Kung Fu Kenny, I bring that Sweet Chin music
Said he got girls on girls, but they all really just using
That's racks I been got, show your ass the countdown
I'ma make the pussy ring out, it's Friday Night Smackdown

[Verse 2]
She wan' fuck me, but she got Catholic guilt
I'm gon' hollow truck it, put that shit on the rail
Do 'em like Aaron Kyro, that boy gon' need some braille
Y'all oldheads need to retire, I'm taking my fucking grail
When I come inside, straight steppin'
When you inside the ring, there's no runnin'
Make plays, I'm in the booth, make a way
Down bad in my old days, yeah, my clouds were gray
I'm goin', yeah, I'm goin' Stone Temple Pilots
Think I gotta take the torch, glo in peace, Scott Weiland
Young n***a just jumped out the Porsche, 911 driving
Yeah, the bitch thought I was a dork
Now she want me to lay pipe, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'ma go Kung Fu Kenny, I bring that Sweet Chin music
Said he got girls on girls, but they all really just using
That's racks I been got, show your ass the countdown
I'ma make the pussy ring out, it's Friday Night Smackdown