Main Event Mayhem

[Intro]
(Big fight feel)
Camera flash, pyro crack
Crowd so loud, whole floor crack
Ring ropes hum, that canvas waits
One bell ring decides their fate (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Roman walk in with the ice-cold stare
Gold on his waist, whole bloodline there
Triple H suit with the game face on
Hand on the hammer like “don’t go wrong”
Seth in the crowd, drip coat, wild grin
Laugh so slick like “tag me in”
L.A. Knight talk that talk, all caps
Point to the sign like “run that back” (yeah!)
[Chorus]
Main event mayhem, who run the show?
Hands in the air when the sparks all blow
Heel in the corner, babyface glow
One slip, one bump, lights out, that’s all she wrote
Main event mayhem, crowd on ten
They chant one name, then they change it again
From RAW to the hardcore halls they know
One ref, one pin, three counts, that’s how it go (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Randy lurk quiet on that apron side
Eyes on the neck, pick a place to strike
Rey spring high from the rope so fast
Mask flash by, whole world gasp
Sheamus chest slap turn skin bright red
Forearm hit like a sledge to the head
Ref talk low, “you good?” in the smoke
Villain just smile, tighten up that hold (uh)
[Chorus]
Main event mayhem, who run the show?
Hands in the air when the sparks all blow
Heel in the corner, babyface glow
One slip, one bump, lights out, that’s all she wrote
Main event mayhem, crowd on ten
They chant one name, then they change it again
From RAW to the hardcore halls they know
One ref, one pin, three counts, that’s how it go
[Bridge]
Who turn on who when the lights go black?
Chair in the hand, who stab in the back?
Gimmick so loud but the pain so true
Every scar tell a tale they never knew (never knew)
[Chorus]
Main event mayhem, who run the show?
Hands in the air when the sparks all blow
Heel in the corner, babyface glow
One slip, one bump, lights out, that’s all she wrote
Main event mayhem, crowd on ten
They chant one name, then they change it again
From RAW to the hardcore halls they know
One ref, one pin, three counts, that’s how it go (yeah)

rap, Funk-rap cypher over elastic clavinet and thick bass groove; swung drums drive a head-nod pocket. Male vocals spit tight, character-driven bars; hook explodes with gang shouts and call-and-response. Short talkbox synth accents on the chorus, crowd FX tucked low in the mix, abrupt dropouts for acapella punchlines and big “pop” moments., funk, raw