Intro – Spoken, over heavy guitar riff]
Yeah… enough’s enough.
Time to talk about the state… of wrestling.
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[Verse 1 – Rap over guitar crunch]
RKO outta nowhere, but we saw it from a mile,
Roman’s still the Tribal Chief, but that reign’s gone stale a while.
Heyman playin’ prophet, Lyra’s takin’ flight,
Bird or a plane? Either way, it ain’t hittin’ right.
Bayley, BBL queen, yeah we still love you boo,
Becky “The Man” left, but we still sing it too.
Sami Zayn — champ or back to Montreal,
Iyo points to her head, genius of the sky, y’all.
Tiffy time chants, Cody! Cody Rhodes!
Mami’s Riptide coming, better clear the roads.
Sol Ruca’s a beast, she gon’ snatch your soul,
Swerve House was on fire, now it’s losin’ control.
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[Chorus – Shouted, gang vocals + distorted guitar]
Less breaking kayfabe, more storytelling!
In the words of Cornette — too much furniture selling!
Get back to the heart, make the crowd start yelling,
State of wrestling… man, it’s not compelling!
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[Verse 2 – Rap/Rock switch-up]
Cut Karrion Kross, but you brought Brock back?
Without Scarlett? Yeah, that act falls flat.
Alexa and Charlotte, team from the sky,
Friends or not, they still ride or die.
Moxley? Worst Shield pick, facts don’t lie,
Crowd scream “Whoop that trick,” Bron Breaker’s nearby.
Mercedes, come home — you been cold since Iyo,
Hurt Business, Hurt Syndicate, still no promo.
Profits’ clock’s done, Montez go solo,
Dawkins mid-card, U.S. title’s your photo.
Edge and Christian, tag team in your 50s,
Zelina’s fire but booking been iffy.
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[Chorus – Shouted, gang vocals + distorted guitar]
Less breaking kayfabe, more storytelling!
In the words of Cornette — too much furniture selling!
Get back to the heart, make the crowd start yelling,
State of wrestling… man, it’s not compelling!
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[Bridge – Half-time breakdown, growl vocals]
Heel Bianca, Naomi, we still love you boo,
Jey got motion, but Uso, what you gonna do?
Priest in limbo, Drew in limbo, Cena’s gotta go,
Kairi’s elbow can’t beat the People’s, so…
Triple H, you blew it at Mania 4-0,
Main events mid-card now, crowd feelin’ low.
Ring General chop you down, that’s no luck,
No Young Bucks, no Hangman, we don’t give a—
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[Final Chorus – Big rock chant + crowd noise]
Less breaking kayfabe, more storytelling!
In the words of Cornette — too much furniture selling!
Bring back the magic, make the fans start yelling,
State of wrestling… we’re rebelling!
