[Intro]
"Ladies and gentleman now with me: J.J. Dillon, Tully Blanchard, Arn Anderson, looks like the, uh, the Four Horsemen... I'll tell you what it looks like to me, it looks like the Horsemen got more hardware than True Value"


[Verse 1: Esoteric]
Yo I'm taking 'em breaking 'em down, clowning, we're making 'em frown
Claiming they spraying a round, they are just Drake in a gown
There's no mistaking the sound of bones when they break on the ground
You can catch Shay in a crown, not the Victoria now
Ultimate Warrior style shaking the ropes of the ring
Used to be rolling with Sting cutting the throat of the king
Y'all are some brothers in arms? Y'all'll be both in a sling
I'm one of the X-men, angel, let me open my wings
Breaking through windows to fly, high when I enter the sky
Y'all don't want any of mine, you a miniature guy
Rappers they actually hope to write paragraphs that I wrote
Angry with bags of that coke, they are just mad cause I'm dope
Dope, dope, I say it three times for emphasis
I'm like Lex Luger, Tony Blanchard, Arn Anderson
TV Title U.S. Champion, take a steel chair to Magnum T.A
And pin him for the win

[Interlude]
"You see, we don't care anything about doing endorsements. We don't like to be movie stars. And rest assured, when we walk in a shopping mall, it might as well be Johnny Carson."

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Yo, I'm killin' and killin' on sight, I'm penicillin' on mics
Ready and willing to fight, I am Godzilla in Nikes
I am Chewbacca in Ralph, Lauren, you closer to Alf
ES is kind of a boss, like Ben Linus in Lost
I am not rhyming like Ross, cut from the finest of cloth
You swearing you stirring the pot, try spending time on the broth
Try spending time on the meat, substance for people to eat
Bars that I kick are so dark you think I'm rhyming in Goth
Everyone's hooked on a drug, government running our blood
Murdering, sending out Scuds, sweeping it under the rug
I am inhuman with rhymes using a nuclear mind
I am Morris Day without Prince, I'm improving with Time
I keep on telling 'em now, Precious Paul Ellering style
Mr. Fuji in a Gucci, cane to your skeleton now
"I quit" match, spit it over sick tracks
You try to handle the steel like managing George "The Animal," now fix that

[Outro]
"There's a lot of people that believe in their hearts that we're the baddest, and we're the toughest. But in the record books, and the marquees, from one end of the world to the other, you gotta have this before you're the baddest. Before you're the best. Before your name is at the top of all the lists. And if you don't have this, you're second best. And don't you forget it."