[Intro]

If you watch pro-wrestling, you know Jim Duggan

He is a legend, he won the first ever royal rumble, in WWE history back in 1998

So you watch him on TV and you think "That man looks really tough" but is he really tough?

I mean, it's kind of an act, right? What is he really like?

Well, now we know

Earlier this month, Dugan was with his wife at home, in the country in South Carolina

They heard a man bangin' on the door

Then the man burst inside Duggan's home, said he was gonna try hiding, he was tryna hide from other people that were tryna kill him (Griselda)

Then Duggan grabbed the man and threw back out on thе porch and then got his .44 Magnum with it until police arrive

Kind of an amazing story

[Interlude]

This nеxt level hard, son (Oh yeah)

See?

I hope you got you man 'cause nobody else gon' do it

Captian, soldiers and lieutenants, you know what I'm sayin'? (The world lackin' courage)

Mhm (Diction, know what I'm sayin'?)

MGT or GCC (What's the vibe, son? You know?)

Tradin' units pass yams, son

Ayo (Degrees, bruh)

[Verse]

Má droga (Word)

Tigueraje con pila de cotorra (Slang, son)

Splash a codeina in the Country Club soda (Splash!)

Hulk Hogan days, was sellin' cracks on Motorolas (Boo-boo-boo-boo)

Hoes vote us in the house of rap, told ya, he the soul controller (It's us!)

Burn the pistons on both Omodas (Vroom!)

Smack a whole five, Bornaparte, the show promoter (Fuck outta here!)

Broke or sober? (We here, huh?)

It's in the coffee, won't expose a odor

Cuddy need a gram just to hold 'em over (I held 'em down, son!)

Ridin' Peter Pan with over yola in the tub (Uh-huh)

Duffle bag, money out the Brinks truck, double back (Savin' ten)

Swallow package, might lose your life

Runnin' fast, had a nightmare that I was pumpin' gas (Oh, shit)

Woke up to a gold batterd tappin' (Trap!)

40 after 40, moved the whole pack gradually (Ching!)

Sleepin' on the couch and chillin, I have sold half of ki' (Aha)

Rest in piece to Big Shilla, had me flowin', rappin' (Big Shaquilla!)

Moor Street, legendary jazz fans blow they pipes (Boaw!)

Trife bitches holdin' ice, take no advice, rollin' dice (Head crack)

Pole lights, keep it cold as ice (Woo!)

Young niggas movin' fast, need to slow they lives (For real!)

Big wings, fuck around and fumble

Couldn't control they vice, niggas pickin' up habits like motor bikes (Ah!)

They ain't catch it the first time rhymin', you gotta quote 'em twice (Ad-lib!)

Them Deuze Trey niggas know they nice (They nice, man!)

Son

Nastina bitch go Nack Daddy, Dino, Desert Eagle size of Danny DeVito

Demi Lovato dome, Deebo (X-rated)

Don't sleep upon your own people (Uh-uh)

Roaches and seagals, we roll deeper than the post people, son

See no and hear no evil (I don't know shit!)

En la 42 [?], son (Oh!)

[Outro]

Woah! Boom, nigga (Hahahahahaha)

¡Coño!