I'll start this off, found some losers to put my foot in

When I step in the stu can you smell what The Rock is cooking?

I keep my eyes on the green so I'll tear through you

As millions cheer for me on their tv screens, call that paper view

Don't need a Rochambeaux to throw hands, Edward

Nearly arrested so much, you're like the heart of your inventor

Crimes you didn't commit left your reputation shredded

Bro, this arcade game relic runs with less frames per second

Paperboy drives, doing that town work

Earning that minimum wage per hour

See a damn cat or a fence, you cower

Step in the ring, you'll be wetting your trousers

I know Eddie's getting jealous 'cause I'm boutta grab this biker

And I'll do what he can't manage to when I go smash this Ryder

'Cause I'll punch through your face, then I'll punch through your guts

Then I'll punch through your nuts, that's a three hole punch

The bank wouldn't throw you a cent, for me it snows dividends

But to give credit where it's due, you sure got alone by the end

So once I've ripped apart the scissor bitch

With my fists and dismantled him

We'll catch Depp in court again, this time suing for damages

Pass Paperboy a rap tape and I'ma stack paper

Cab trade, a Boulder Dash player how I Smash Dwayne up

Racks later all the taxpayers got my pad paid up

Couldn't calculate my cash take if you were Matt Damon

I bet you're fearing me now, huh? oh bitch you wary

I'm simply here to fill up tomorrow's obituary

Put down the protein shakes and

Spend a lunch with your babies (for real)

Don't want all of this columnist, I'll be Sunnin you Daily

Kinda horrid to think you went from scores in the ring

To the CGI abortion of the Scorpion King

How does it feel to be in every second movie

But every second of your movies is so fucking boring, it stings

After I wreck the wrestler, I'll end Ed on the cross streets

Fuck your dead inventor, I'll finish this scarred freak

You're so extra extra, eyeliner and sob scenes

Picked the best director to make you whiter than broad sheets

Got those nervous ticks, clockwork in your muscles

You can't read the room, cross words leave you puzzled

Goth nerd girls got your heart hurting for cuddles

Not worth getting clipped in the act so just cut it

Oh, I'm sorry, Is this mic on?

I was willing to let bygones be bygones

'Til I saw this bike tyke slide onto my lawn

Unless you know who you're messing with you should ride on

You ain't running this with scissorman, my scissor hands

Wrap it all up when I slash these idiots to ribbon strands

As one-dimensional as Paperboy while you're in your best shape

Your flicks cover plot holes with muscles, they're just flex tapes

I'm on the frontpage of my town, maybe team up next time

Dwayne's eyebrows are the only thing that's making the headlines

Both your deliveries came out the same since the start

I'll make sure next time you're casted, it'll just be your arm

Chop, chop, chop you up in my flows

'Til The Rock is rubble and spokesman is crushed

And covered in holes, by the time his monitor scrolls

'Cause I'm always cutting it close with these snippers up on your throat

Nick the vain when I steal the thunder out from under you both

Don't wanna hear more shit stirrin' outta this virgin

You came from Tim Burton, now you're Kim's burden

Step in my lawn and get mowed down

You're the guy who took wrestling and somehow made it more lowbrow

Some old executives control you

Got that late delivery 'cause you're old news

I rolled you - (ah) sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry

My, even with Dwayne

You're the most shredded man so far

For a bike rider I assumed you could handle bars

Grah, The Rock lives again! never stayin' dead (uh)

I'll fight to the bitter end just to chase the bread

To fit in with men, I'll stay ahead in this dispute

Rock, Paper, uh, Scissors? Rah

(Shoot) Gunn on the set, time to move out my shot

Roll in like cameras, I do what I want

My day's got a fuck ton more crucial things blocked

Than saving another dang Suicide Squad

Paperboy, hustling and riding through town

So you must be embarrassed

That I stay outrunning you even as my ass stays

Resting in DC's office as a chairman

This barber's got beef with Bald Adam over here? What for?

Dwayne, this is the set for Rock, Paper, Scissors

Not a fucking Thumb War

Make actors my bitch 'cause I'm the Star-Lord

Give Depp the cut because he just leaves me bored

Johnny gave so few fucks when he preformed, It's like my PG Porn

From Scooby Doo to DC's fucking chancellor

And redesigning timelines, went from cancelled to canceler

I'll scrap you nerds as well 'fore I'm driven off in the far front

Called shotgun 'cause Gunn just called the shots on y'all cunts