[Intro: Mankind interview]

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas]

It be the Rock ‘n’ Sock Connection
Bitch, I'm doing this shit for mankind
I lay up in the darkness everyday
To spend my damn time
These n***as don't get me they calling me creep
You see Mr. Socko you falling asleep
I never been sane shoulda copped me a piece
And peaced my dome piece into all of the street
That smiley face is only a facade
And I use that to mask the pain away
‘Cause this shit is too hard
But I can't see myself just doing any other job
And even though they treat you wrong
You fuck ‘em up and scare em off
And I been ducking and diving and staying alive
Media tryna get me crucified
Calling me weirdo they see in my eyes
That n***a look like he ready to die
Hope when I do that the shit ain't surprise
Hope when I do that these n***as realize
Hell in a cell don't mean shit you survive
And even with that n***as still tell you lies
I'm Cactus Jack on that Mack Attack
Dude Love when they passing that
True to self on that Mick Foley
Get fucked up and then pass it back
Kick game like hacky sack
And I keep a bitch and she probably sing
Ring the bell and that ref move
And y'all n***as catching that Rodney king
Flow make n***a’s head move like its D-Lo Brown or Stone Cold
That shit you talk is so old
My hair let out like Bone, Bone
So I’ma tag my n***a in
So I can chill ho
That beat gone drop like People's Elbow, n***a

[Bridge: The Rock]

[Verse 2: Caliph]

Do you smell-ala-law
That the Rock is cooking
And puttin’ the smack down
Stone Cold on that choke hold
For that rock bottom they back out
‘Til it’s Bob Brown on that jaw now
The venom is making them act out
For that pebble to put in a pipe
Looking for freedom up in a trap house
The irony of looking for higher means
To relish the high of these
Dietries, the color of mayonnaise
So pardon my diaries
Shedding a light on the liars
Claiming they fly and they kick it like Lu Kang
Cooking up all of these pies
One look in they eye
You can tell that they pun-tang
But they do bang, don't they?
Drive off like OJ
Throwing up all of they Cs  
Like they vomiting OJ
‘Til a cold plays on a cold day
And the clock work bring the oinks out
And the block hurts
‘Cause the clockers ain't have a choice
They shooting them boys now
‘Til an UZI hit Susie
Making Sue bleed from the boys’ rounds
And her mother is out on the prowl
Up in the clouds she putting them joints down
For a dope hit just to cope with
The fact that she called all them boys out
I’ma give ‘em the People's Elbow
‘til they all stop I'm putting these joints down

[Outro: WWE Announcer]