I am the one, fucking bitches, decimating pussy like a vaginal disease. I aim to please, going up against me will leave you exposed like a midget with no knees. You coming up short and you will never reach. My verse just blessed you and you didn’t have to sneeze. Flow fresh like Spring and the punchlines a breeze. Swag cold like heat and sure to make you freeze. You all talk like a girl on Tinder whose just a tease. Kicking down the door cause I don’t need the keys. Puffing out smoke cause I got the weed. Implanting words in your mind like a seed, to make you strong and grounded like a tree. My style buzzing like a bee, while you lactose intolerant and you never get the cream. I am living out my dream, making money, fucking honeys on a stream. One mention of me and niggas scream, cause I bring the horror like you wouldn’t believe. I am the one while niggas phony as a weave. Unavailable to all my haters like a leave. A crown on my head like a king, high notes when I am hitting it from the back, she can sing. At the highest on the podium cause all I do is win. All of you are secondary like the next of kin. I am the one, tempting nuns with a sin. Baptising the game with miracle water from my basin.
I am the one, fucking bitches, decimating pussy like a vaginal disease. I aim to please, going up against me will leave you exposed like a midget with no knees. You coming up short and you will never reach. My verse just blessed you and you didn’t have to sneeze. Flow fresh like Spring and the punchlines a breeze. Swag cold like heat and sure to make you freeze. You all talk like a girl on Tinder whose just a tease. Kicking down the door cause I don’t need the keys. Puffing out smoke cause I got the weed. Implanting words in your mind like a seed, to make you strong and grounded like a tree. My style buzzing like a bee, while you lactose intolerant and you never get the cream. I am living out my dream, making money, fucking honeys on a stream. One mention of me and niggas scream, cause I bring the horror like you wouldn’t believe. I am the one while niggas phony as a weave. Unavailable to all my haters like a leave. A crown on my head like a king, high notes when I am hitting it from the back, she can sing. At the highest on the podium cause all I do is win. All of you are secondary like the next of kin. I am the one, tempting nuns with a sin. Baptising the game with miracle water from my basin.
Stacy Kiebler, those legs. God bless the Attitude Era and the Ruthless Aggression Eras. That version of WWE was entertaining. I am in mourning, the product WWE has today sucks. It’s too soft, politically correct and packaged. This “PG family stuff” doesn’t make for good entertainment. It’s a waste of my time. I wish I could rewind to the 90’s and early 2000’s, nothing can beat that WWE. Awesome storylines, controversial takes, groundbreaking revelations, the drama, the story, great wrestling, great gimmicks, great commentary, exciting, believable, entertaining, imaginative, innovative, full of enthusiasm, funny, sexy, a roster flooding with actual charismatic stars and just overall great content. Today’s product makes me sad. Sure they have Brock Lesnar, Roman Reigns, Charlotte Flair and Ronda Rousey but that’s ALL they have, that’s not enough. Ronda and Brock while great inside the ring have no microphone skills. Roman Reigns is aided by Paul Heyman. The company has no real stars. Back then they had The Rock, Stone Cold, HHH, Mick Foley, Goldberg, Shaun Michaels, The Undertaker, Kane and they were succeeded by Brock Lesnar, Kurt Angle, Eddie Guerrero, John Cena, Batista, JBL, Edge, Randy Orton, I could go on and on and on. The roster had an influx of talent and plenty of stars in the making. It was vibey and unpredictable. Today they have zero stars, literally just Roman Reigns. If your favorite wrestler got an injury and was out for months back then he’d have to start at the bottom when he returned, there was competition. Everyone was hungry. Ideas flowed and there was experiments. Remember the uproar Eugene caused? Some thought WWE took it way too far, certainly a character like Eugene would never see the light of day in 2022. But that’s what made the product great because of storylines and gimmicks like that. The product also lacks sex-appeal, it’s too dull, lazy, repetitive and has lost its showmanship. It’s safe and insipid with no source of inspiration. I don’t like today’s Divas, they are musculine and angry, no feminine essence whatsoever. What’s the use of having Divas in the show if they are bad imitations of the men? I remember a time when we had Trish, Lita, Micki James, Beth Phoenix, Michelle McCool, Sable, Maria, Dawn Marie, Stacy Kiebler and Torrie Wilson. Divas back then were superior, the entertainment value was better, storylines relatable and the matches were more iconic. Today’s segments and promos are uninspiring. The wrestling is awful and the commentary mediocre at best. It’s just not the same without Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler. The enthusiasm is not the same. The crowd interactions are not the same. The credibility and believability isn’t there anymore. It’s like the magic dissipated away. Maybe the Trademarks and Merchandise are selling like hotcakes but what about the product? What about the content? What about the entertainment value? Creatives need to reign again in the company for it to have a great product. The writing has to improve. Stars need to be made and integrated to the show. Showmanship and sex has to return. The “PG family” rating is dragging the show to its grave. It’s hard to get excited about a WWE match. The product is a huge disappointment, it’s been that way for a while.
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