Plague

Plague the toy butcher, I come for the belt!

Jumping off the top ropes with a head spin. I don't need help

Like macho man, I hit that snap. Oooo yeah. (“head spin that shit plague”)

Plastic in my hand, make the whole room tap

Toy collection holds more weight than Yokozuna. “head spin that shit plague” oo oo… o

Stacks on stacks, got the room in a full-on coma

Star Wars helmet, cape folded neat

Every box I touch got the crowd on its feet

Breaking backs like Bob Backland, clean (“head spin that shit plague”)

Walk in the case and I split that scene

Woooo, Ric Flair, I let it ring

Gold on the visor when the figures swing

Plague the toy butcher (“head spin that shit plague”)

Stacks of wrestlers ….. oo oo o elites

Plague the toy butcher

Woooo, Ric Flair

Plague the toy butcher

I got clones in rows and a rebel fleet

Dust on the glass, but the setup's elite

WWE on the screen when I pace that floor “head spin that shit plague”

Then I raid the aisle and I come back for more

Top rope energy, Hulk Hogan in my fist

Every chase I grab got a stamp on the list

Plag the butcher, yeah, I said it twice.. o.. ah. Oo

Cut through the plastic, pay the price

Name on the wall and the lid won't close “head spin that shit…. plague”……

Too many legends in the bins I chose

Macho on the mat, and the shelf stand tall

One little swing and I own it all

I’m a Hulkamaniac

(“head spin that shit plague”)

Plague the toy butcher

Plague the toy butcher

Woooo, Ric Flair

Plague the toy butcher “head spin that shit plague”