PHZ-Sicks - DX/NWO lyrics

Shoutout to Wrasslerap, Keith lee
Wale, Vrtl Pros new Day, Swerve City, bitch
Joel 2 Sleep, Street Profit's
Alexis Littlefoot, Aerial Monroe smoke Dza
Megaran wrestle & Flow
Jay Lethal, Haevyn ricochet, Wrestle Shade
Laelo sonny Kiss
Ember moon, Naomi black Wrestling Alliance
Mia Yim, Sasha bBnks let's Go!

If you smell la la la
La what PHZ-Sicks' cooking
No kayfabe, nigga, we shooting
Took the wrong turn and been central booking
Hit Rock Bottom, they calling spots plotting
Cause hell in a cell ain’t good for mankind
You should probably thank God, man
Cause if not I be In Your
House just like a landline
Let me tell you something, brother
The NWO be staying undercover
Think shit too sweet, til you hear the click
Oh yeah, you no longer macho in this bitch
Savage, I'm dropping Steamboat classics
Dragon niggas out, going wild Samoan
My 9 so Enziguri, nigga had to call it Owen
I’m like what step in this bitch like what
DTA is the what
Heard these niggas want smoke
I go to the what and
Air it out like what what what
Like what what what camouflage on the hunt
Stunning everything in sight like what
Off the Zamboni going for the pesos
And that’s the bottom line
Cause PHZ-Sicks say so they like

There’s panic in the disco (disco)
You can let you and your little friends know
(know)
We slamming niggas like we are some Briscos
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Now you can’t call it
You ain’t Larry Zybysko

If you’re ain't down with that
I got two words for you suck It
I got two words for you suck It
I got two words for you suck It
Two words for you suck It
Tw Two words for you suck It

Four Horseman, it's apocalyptic
It’s about to get blue for you
Not being cryptic it’s an undertaken
There ain't nothing but fire when
You got that Kane
No half stepping, that shit is raw
Walked on it like McMahon to the ring
But it’s a New Day, yes it is
I ain't lose my smile so God bless the kid
To be a five time
Five time champion with this Harlem Heat
I’ll Becky Lynch you on a tweet
They’ll have that finisher on repeat
So who are you, nigga, what you gonna do
Nigga
You on the Razor’s Edge with no clue, nigga
Get chopped and woo, nigga
Mean Gene interview, nigga
Cause Hulk Hogan, we coming for you, nigga
Huh

There’s panic in the disco (disco)
You can let you and your little friends know
(know)
We slamming niggas like we are some Briscos
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Now you can’t call it
You ain’t Larry Zybysko

If you’re ain't down with that
I got two words for you suck It
I got two words for you suck It
I got two words for you suck It
Two words for you suck It
Tw Two words for you suck It

We want the gold, sucker!
Hulk Hogan, we coming for you, nigga!