Ever since he was a young boy,
He made his playmates fall.
He'd throw 'em down and bite 'em;
He hated to play ball.
Now they ain't seen nothin' like him
In any contusion hall.
That chest-buffed unkind kid
Sure plays real mean, pins all.

They land on the mat, bruised,
Even part of a tag team. . .
Beats 'em and he thumps 'em;
He's a "Playgirl" dream.
He breaks their concentration
With digits on their balls.
That chest-buffed unkind kid
Sure plays real mean, pins all.

He has pinned all wrestlers;
Their hamstrings he will twist.
He's pinned all wrestlers;
He subjugates their fists.

How do think he does it?
(With Epo
That's doping his blood.)

He ain't had no infractions;
His head butts are hidden well.
Sometimes uses traction
On rivals till they yell.
Their zealousness decays
When he tilts their balls.
That chest-buffed unkind kid
Sure makes whole teams pinned squall.

I thought he was a bully as a kid,
Not even-handed--
A pin-all lout, pure id.

Enters ring in couture of sable,
Beating on his chest,
His disciples cheering him--
They love the way he's dressed.
He's drug-crazed and flips the finger
At them, one and all.
That chest-buffed unkind kid
Sure plays real mean. . .pins balls.