The Department Of Darkness - Heel Team lyrics

Feel that hard pop, pyrotechnics, hearts stop
My name appears upon the
Titantron in sharp font
I hit the ramp, flex,  vamp
Rock my fight walk
When my hand goes up, your mouths shut
Mic drop

I rock striking like a cobra in a boa
Not the biggest guy
But I could cut a promo in a coma
You want your program autographed? Got it
I draw a middle finger on it
Ball it up and toss it

I see your stupid signs
I hear your stupid chants
I never pay no mind to babyfaces’ sycophants
I eat up that heat
Feed me your boos and those hisses
Go on, keep at it, y’all


And I’ll just keep on blowing you kisses

The rafters shaking above me
You say you love to hate me ‘cause
You hate that you love me
You see me as an easy over
Though you’re crashing to the bottom
‘Cause dog, I’m only half of your problem

From backstage – to the cage – go
To hell – in a cell
Hit the ring – do our thing –
At the sound – of the bell
Got no entourage – got no advocate
– and we got no patience
He’s the muscles – I’m the
Mouth of this operation

I write the checks – he’s the
One who will cash ‘em
While I’m always in his corner
– cold causing distractions
It’s two against you –
Dropping signatures in rhythm
We walked in wearing belts – and
We’re leaving here with ‘em

Y’all better heed me when you see
Me coming down the ramp
Give you heebies jeebies
Leaving your singlet brown and damp
You’ll piss ya pants when
You get these hands, Better back down
I bring that Raw power when
I’m layin’ the smackdown

Both my fists ‘bout to have
A date withcha face
Make you regret you came to
This disgrace of a place
What’s this city called? Worst
City of the year let’s be real
We’d rather be in any city but here

I don’t say things for the cheap pop
I’m the type to hit you with a cheap
Shot hit you with that low blow
But the ref won’t know
Cause my partna distracting the referee
Effortlessly with the mouth that he got

Don’t need to talk in promos
I’m a beast display i’ll break ya legs
Arms and neck and I’ll beat ya face
Special maneuver that’ll prove that we
The best in town step inside this ring
And we gon take ya down

From backstage – to the cage – go
To hell – in a cell
Hit the ring – do our thing –
At the sound – of the bell
Got no entourage – got no advocate
– and we got no patience
I’m the muscles – He’s the
Mouth of this operation

He writes the checks – I’m the
One who will cash ‘em
While he’s always in my corner
– cold causing distractions
It’s two against you –
Dropping signatures in rhythm
We walked in wearing belts – and
We’re leaving here with ‘em

I start the match much to your surprise
Duck through the ropes a couple times
Then I tag in the big guy
It’s I, the man who always manages to damage
I won’t leave you standing
You will feel my power when I’m slammin’

And even if you take me down
I'mma flair with rage
You couldn't get a three count even
If there were errors made
Your partner gets a two-count cover
Which I barely save
And pull you off the apron
Kick you into the barricade

If you run back in the ring
Better expect I hit you
Ya partner gets a clothesline
You gon get a big boot
When I bring a chair into the fight
You get nervous
Crack open a jabroni like "YOU DESERVE IT!"

But he’s the legal man
His lethal hands administer your demolition
Laughing as he sets up his finisher
My finisher? I'mma put my
Partner on my shoulders
Powerslam him on you
Pin you for the three count and it's over

From backstage – to the cage – go
To hell – in a cell
Hit the ring – do our thing –
At the sound – of the bell
Got no entourage – got no advocate
– and we got no patience
I’m the muscles – I’m the
Mouth of this operation

I write the checks – I’m the
One who will cash ‘em
While I’m always in his corner
– cold causing distractions
It’s two against you –
Dropping signatures in rhythm
We walked in wearing belts – and
We’re leaving here with ‘em