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Meanwhile at the hall

The Legion of Doom

Da!

Chris McKenzie walks in a phone booth, and out comes lyrical

Don't play me like I'm some type of game, you'll find me difficult

Always a couple of moves ahead of you, yeah, timing's critical

Let my actions do the talkin', would you like an interview?

My courage don't need a pump, I'm that guy you need to jump

Your ego could use a dump, leave me 'lone, I'll leave you lumped

There you go again bro, talkin' all that nonsense

I like to stay a mystery, no table of contents

What's his deal? How we gonna move? Indoor pet in an outdoor zoo

That's how I leave you confused, jabs, feints, and counter moves

I'm about to break you down, you can pick up all the pieces

And pull yourself together, but I can see the creases

Realness is at an all-time low, you're just a prop who's on my show

And when it's on it's time to go, no defense can calm my blow

Nope, not in a reasoning mood

Never really know what he's gonna do

Lames to the trash, sweep of the broom

Game on smash, Legion of Doom

I'm a wrecking ball, you are on my playground

You done pushed the wrong button, nobody is safe now

You's a stand-up guy, huh? You should probably stand down

Catch you with your hands down, it'll be man down

I'm a wrecking ball, nigga, I'm a wrecking ball

Shut 'em up and shut 'em down, line 'em up and watch 'em fall

Thousand ways to crumble you, no way you can stop 'em all

I'm in a zone I can't describe, light a fuse and set it off

Brutus the Barber Beefcake, let me line you up

My finisher's the flying clock, your time is up

Theatricality, deception, you whine enough

All I hear's a bunch of flappin', zip your vagina up

Now activate beast mode, where the hell my leash go?

Me pants dem long, but I'ma keep it brief though

You wantin' a title shot? Nah, me no think so

Jamerican Idol, I leave you in sleep mode

Game face on and it don't go off, stuck like this, oh my gosh

Bag up tricks like a magic gig, reach in here and take a loss

I'm about to break you down, you can pick up all the pieces

And pull yourself together, but I can see the creases

Fakeness is at an all-time high, keep telling yourself those lies

You're that dude? You that guy? I don't know how you get by

I'm mailing reality checks, you'll get yours signed and addressed

Um, if I were to guess, I had then, now, and next