How are you today Samules? Are you feeling lucky that you have that belt for about few months since you captured it; I mean I don't want to hurt the ignorance out of you, but for the sake having that raggity fucker who can't count a pin, I have to sound like a rude fuck, so here it goes...

You sir are the most overhyped man in XWF

I'm glad that three kings are dead

Deader than your mother's pussy

And more undead than a jiggaboo like you

You may have all those accomplishments

But they won't mean shit once you dead

You don't deserve this belt let alone own it

But you can own up to the fact you

went out like Jermaine Jackson in the 80s

Well let me finish to the point

Your reign of bullshit is gonna be revoked

Maybe I respond so diligently to be fair

Or I can toss you into meat grinder

To feed you to the dog breeders, bitch nigga

We see John knocked out by a chairshot to the back of the head, and we see a few stomp rampage on his body then he goes for the pin...

Whoo...

Will...

?.....

Now this is a story all about how
Tommy Wish stepped up and looked like a clown

And I'd like to take a moment
while he tucks in his tail
Buckle up 'cuz this shit's gonna get bumpier than braille.

As luck would have it, Tommy Wish is a .
Not a day goes by that his asshole isn't stuffed with a new gadget.
And as he fucks and bucks on a plastic, ass-stuffer
His daddy makes me sandwiches while my dick's in his mother.
He cries and cries about his momma not being on crack
Hard to believe when she's on her knees in a tenement shack.
She sucks and inhales like her last name is Hoover.
Got so much spunk in her stomach you'd need a backhoe to move her.
And his sister? God bless her. She's an absolute saint.
'Cuz she licks my balls and my ass while she's shaving my taint.

You say you're glad the Kings are dead? In your whackness they've played no part.
Because you'd be overshadowed my a mouse in the dark.
Your lame, you can't rhyme, you can't wrestle, you can't talk.
You taking the title from me? How could I not balk?
You're unoriginal, you're stupid, you're half brained and dopey.
I can't wait to beat you to see you walking around all mopey.
Cry and cry, get some tissues little Wish boy.
Because whenever you come at John Samuels I'll make you my bitch, boy.

John Samuels kicks out like a muhfuckin' G.

1X - GOAT.

We see dj out nowhere spinning on the turntables with this beat...



I wish I was like fuking Reeve

Be lucky i didn't auto this track cuz you can't handle it

Bring up my ho sista she won't be suckin ya twinky

Come back in ten years with whole new complexion

Cuz you seem to be more confused on your affliction

I cry to see kids dye you cry to see your Kings dye

I hope you have more ammo in that weak arsenal

Because I know by the end of the night you grow tired

I'll be still here creeping on you like your my own puppy

So don't be claiming you a fucking G' when your just an S

And no i'm not talking about the Shaky is facing on PPV

Cuz i'll be the one to ends this weak ass flow you be spittin'

Once again, we see Tommy hit Implant DDT on Samules on the concrete where he pins him and the dj counts it...

1...

2...

You can have it.

1X - GOAT.

nah man, you keep it to yourself, that can be the only belt you can be proud to keep on your shoulder. Your raps were very good for me to keep me on my own toes, but since your a King i dont wanna dethrone you from your title as the Federweight masa of the world.

peace out

Tommy gives back the Federweight belt right back to Samules and leaves him with his precious.