It’s ’06, the Truth is back, still standing tall on these punks.
The Chamber is coming up so now I’m calling out chumps.
Masterlock I got your key, you ain’t no threat to me.
Chris Masters can’t even spell WWE.
He’s got a body to make the people say, “Oh my God!”
But his masterpiece is smaller than a nano iPod.
And Carlito, his nappy roots look like about a hundred brillos.
On TV he bites apples, at home he bites pillows.
So when I get you in the Chamber, I know you ain’t going far.
His head looks like the crotch on a ‘70s porn star.
Kurt Angle wants to knock the troops, don’t worry I’ll make him cut back.
They risk their lives over there Kurt, you can’t even find your nut sack.
You see I ride for my soldiers, I put Kurt’s ass on all fours.
They found Saddam in one hole Kurt, I’ll shove Daivari up yours.
