[Verse: MotionPlus]

It's Turn buckle bombs, and I toss em till they part the ropes

Strangle till they vegetables, teaching em the art of choke

Hurry, Karana, summer salts from the bleacher stands

Microphone massacre, master class teaching fans

Pay per view, pay my dues, now the payments due

Fame is cool, but i'd rather rock for the nameless few

Save the boos, and applause, while japping jaws

Uncut like Big Daddy Kane, yeah I'm packing Raw

Every verse 180 grams on a wax plate

Torture racks & sharpshooters bend em till the backs break

It's a Melee, I slash foes, fold em like my cash roles

On this plateau, we Super Smash Bros