My Dream To Be, Champion
My dream is to become a pro wrestler
To slam my opponents on the mat
One, two, three, I win just like that
I wanna be superior, the best in the ring
Win the match, and hear the bell go, ding ding ding
Wam! A massive punch, sends my opponent to the floor
I put him in a sleeper-hold, and hear him start to snore
Here comes a trash talkin son of a gun
He thinks he's all that, so Imma have my fun
He punches me in the head, I just shrug it off
I chop him in the chest, and you can hear him cough
I manage a DDT, and out he goes
Pin him for the three, and your new champion woes...
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