I was bored AF and have a few minutes to spare so I started wondering how diss tracks would sound from wrestlers' perspectives. So I rewrote Real Muthaphuckkin G's as an AEW diss
. Hope y'all derive some measure of amusement from it.
[Intro]
Stanford, Stanford, Stanford
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
[Verse 1: Eazy-V]
Hey yo, Tony, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the viper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shyt provoke
See, you's a wannabe pro, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The show tapes that you make will be payin' me
Motherfukk Ken! Motherfukk Page! Motherfukk Jericho!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-V and this is the season
To let the real motherfukkin' E in
You're like a kid, you found Young Bucks, and now you're dapper
But tell me, where the fukk you found some anorexic grapplers?
Talkin' 'bout you don't like kayfabe because you know it's not a shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn, V, they try to fade you on Wednesdays)
But Cody's name only meant Vinnie's payday
All of a sudden Nyla Rose is the she thang
But on her own school photos she was a he-thang
So, nikka please, nikka please
Don't step to this muthaphuckkin' real E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
[Verse 2: Haitch-sta]
Every day it's a new actor claimin' to be dapper than the Haitch-sta
Softer than a bytch but portray the role of wrestler
Ain't locked a hold in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the road and life
Just take a good look at the nikkas and you'll capture
The fact that these masters are simply just actors
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of wrestlers in Sony, XBox, and Nintendo
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who's a witness to your fukkin' work?
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk!
nikkas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio wrestlers
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many nikkas can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But nikkas like you, I gotta hate ya
'Cause I'm just tired of bingohall nikkas
Talkin' about they some hot prospects
Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the P.C.
Think you started tryna bang around those backyard trampoline indies
Sonny Kiss being on TV is a crime
Little faq tryin to grapple, but you're groping' at the same time
Mox your set don't accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
'Cause you know they don't respect ya
So, nikka please, check nuts
Before you step to this muthaphuckkin' real E
[Verse 3: Sasha Knocc Out]
Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition "Original baby gangsta"
Approach me like you hard, motherfukker, I'ma Banks ya
Shank ya, with my fukkin' shank, if I have to
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on speed-dial ya b*stards
Pranksters, studio wrestlers, busters
But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfukkers
E, nikka please, don't try to step
'Cause if you do, then a simulcast is all that would be left
See, young bytches like me will break you off somethin'
Flashin' yo finger — but Mox, you ain't no Austin
nikkas like y'all is what I call wannabes
And ain't shyt compared to real muthaphuckkin' E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
[Verse 4: Eazy-V]
I never met a Brodie Lee. who never did shyt wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-V, so now, nikka, it's on
You and your Dark Order think that y'all hoggin' shyt
All of you bytches can come and suck my donkey dikk
Beatin' up NXT don't make you shyt, but then again
Some nikkas think it makes a war
Damn, it's a trip how Jericho could switch so quick
From working Mania to trash song segments on TNT
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a bytch-ass nikka
That ain't worth a food stamp
And in 5 years, I'll have you gettin' treated like boot camp
Gonna follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with the Future Endeavors
Learn a lesson from Teddy T
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It
. Hope y'all derive some measure of amusement from it. [Intro]
Stanford, Stanford, Stanford
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
Ahh, real muthaphuckkin E
[Verse 1: Eazy-V]
Hey yo, Tony, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the viper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shyt provoke
See, you's a wannabe pro, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The show tapes that you make will be payin' me
Motherfukk Ken! Motherfukk Page! Motherfukk Jericho!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-V and this is the season
To let the real motherfukkin' E in
You're like a kid, you found Young Bucks, and now you're dapper
But tell me, where the fukk you found some anorexic grapplers?
Talkin' 'bout you don't like kayfabe because you know it's not a shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn, V, they try to fade you on Wednesdays)
But Cody's name only meant Vinnie's payday
All of a sudden Nyla Rose is the she thang
But on her own school photos she was a he-thang
So, nikka please, nikka please
Don't step to this muthaphuckkin' real E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
[Verse 2: Haitch-sta]
Every day it's a new actor claimin' to be dapper than the Haitch-sta
Softer than a bytch but portray the role of wrestler
Ain't locked a hold in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the road and life
Just take a good look at the nikkas and you'll capture
The fact that these masters are simply just actors
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of wrestlers in Sony, XBox, and Nintendo
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who's a witness to your fukkin' work?
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk!
nikkas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio wrestlers
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many nikkas can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But nikkas like you, I gotta hate ya
'Cause I'm just tired of bingohall nikkas
Talkin' about they some hot prospects
Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the P.C.
Think you started tryna bang around those backyard trampoline indies
Sonny Kiss being on TV is a crime
Little faq tryin to grapple, but you're groping' at the same time
Mox your set don't accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
'Cause you know they don't respect ya
So, nikka please, check nuts
Before you step to this muthaphuckkin' real E
[Verse 3: Sasha Knocc Out]
Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition "Original baby gangsta"
Approach me like you hard, motherfukker, I'ma Banks ya
Shank ya, with my fukkin' shank, if I have to
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on speed-dial ya b*stards
Pranksters, studio wrestlers, busters
But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfukkers
E, nikka please, don't try to step
'Cause if you do, then a simulcast is all that would be left
See, young bytches like me will break you off somethin'
Flashin' yo finger — but Mox, you ain't no Austin
nikkas like y'all is what I call wannabes
And ain't shyt compared to real muthaphuckkin' E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
[Verse 4: Eazy-V]
I never met a Brodie Lee. who never did shyt wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-V, so now, nikka, it's on
You and your Dark Order think that y'all hoggin' shyt
All of you bytches can come and suck my donkey dikk
Beatin' up NXT don't make you shyt, but then again
Some nikkas think it makes a war
Damn, it's a trip how Jericho could switch so quick
From working Mania to trash song segments on TNT
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a bytch-ass nikka
That ain't worth a food stamp
And in 5 years, I'll have you gettin' treated like boot camp
Gonna follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with the Future Endeavors
Learn a lesson from Teddy T
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' E
[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Cody! (What's up?)
Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It
this was hilarious
