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Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

"DX/NWO"

[Intro]
Shoutout to Wrasslerap, Keith lee
Wale, Vrtl Pros
New Day, Swerve City, b*tch
Joel 2 Sleep, Street Profits
Alexis Littlefoot, Aerial Monroe
Smoke Dza
Megaran
Wrestle & Flow
Jay Lethal, Haevyn
Ricochet, Wrestle Shade
Laelo
Sonny Kiss
Ember moon, Naomi
Black Wrestling Alliance
Mia Yim, Sasha bBnks
Let's Go!

[Verse 1]
If you smell la la la la what PHZ-Sicks' cooking
No kayfabe, n*gga, we shooting
Took the wrong turn and been central booking
Hit Rock Bottom, they calling spots plotting, cause hell in a cell ain’t good for mankind
You should probably thank God, man, cause if not I be In Your House just like a landline
Let me tell you something, brother
The NWO be staying undercover
Think sh*t too sweet, til you hear the click
Oh yeah, you no longer macho in this b*tch
Savage, I'm dropping Steamboat classics
Dragon n*ggas out, going wild Samoan
My 9 so Enziguri, n*gga had to call it Owen
I’m like what
Step in this b*tch like what
DTA is the what
Heard these n*ggas want smoke
I go to the what and
Air it out like what what what
Like what what what
Camouflage on the hunt
Stunning everything in sight like what
Off the Zamboni going for the pesos
And that’s the bottom line cause PHZ-Sicks say so
They like


[Chorus]
There’s panic in the disco (disco)
You can let you and your little friends know (know)
We slamming n*ggas like we are some Briscos
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Now you can’t call it, you ain’t Larry Zybysko

If you’re ain't down with that
I got two words for you
Suck It
I got two words for you
Suck It
I got two words for you
Suck It
Two words for you
Suck It
Tw-Two words for you
Suck It

(Verse 2)
Four Horseman, it's apocalyptic
It’s about to get blue for you, not being cryptic
It’s an undertaken, there ain't nothing but fire when you got that Kane
No half stepping, that sh*t is raw, walked on it like McMahon to the ring
But it’s a New Day, yes it is
I ain't lose my smile so God bless the kid
To be a five time, five time champion with this Harlem Heat
I’ll Becky Lynch you on a tweet, they’ll have that finisher on repeat
So who are you,n*gga, what you gonna do, n*gga
You on the Razor’s Edge with no clue, n*gga
Get chopped and woo, n*gga, Mean Gene interview,n*gga
Cause Hulk Hogan, we coming for you, n*gga
Huh

[Chorus]
There’s panic in the disco (disco)
You can let you and your little friends know (know)
We slamming n*ggas like we are some Briscos
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Now you can’t call it, you ain’t Larry Zybysko

If you’re ain't down with that
I got two words for you
Suck It
I got two words for you
Suck It
I got two words for you
Suck It
Two words for you
Suck It
Tw-Two words for you
Suck It

[Outro: Booker T]
We want the gold, sucker!
Hulk Hogan, we coming for you, n*gga!

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