Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?

I thought you could at least take a hint better than a hit

I said fuck off! What the fuck are you trying to do?

You can't beat the number one, you're not even number two!

Take the string from your shoes that you forget to tie

Now wrap that shit around your neck, hang yourself and just die

Speaking of Turning Point, where the fuck are you?

Not good enough for the show? Boo fucking hoo

Your not good at anything, why are you still here?

On the XWF roster your slamming at the rear

You are so fucking dense I'm starting to wonder if you can hear

That no one gives a fuck about you and it should bring you to tears

Tommy Wish he could be just like me

But he's too blind and dumb that he can't even see

To be the best you got to beat the best, but that's just a dream

Because I'm a fucking nightmare that makes you sweat and scream

Got you falling out of bed

Wishing you was dead

While I'm standing over you holding a fucking knife to your neck

Screaming at you, while you make the floor your personal poop deck

And you piss you pants looking at me dead in the eyes

Cause your my very own toy that I torture and terrorize

Beat you both physically and verbally

And I ain't done, this isn't even the finale

Because your nothing, a waste of space

Piss on your face with a dick full of chemical mace

Pull your head from your shoulders and squeeze your eyeballs

While the crowd gets hyped and scared saying 'dang y'all'

But I'm not done yet, shove your head on a pike

Throw your lifeless body into a pit of barb wire and spikes

Then Dick here can raise my hand in victory

Because there's no chance of beating me you cocksucker, can't you see?

*Gator kicks out again and drops Tommy with another Disaster Drop, Gator then picks up a mic and drops it*