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"When you talk about leaders or you talk about champion, you talk about a man that has it all. And never before in the World Wrestling Federation has there been a man like Mr. Perfect. Somebody who has it all from top to bottom, muscle symmetry, all the things are in the right places, the blond curly hair the blue eyes, but behind it all, the perfect mind. Ultimate Warrior, you're holding the World Wrestling Federation Champion, but when I walk down the street, people point their finger at me, and they say, "There goes Mr. Perfect, the next World Wrestling Federation Champion. There goes Mr. Perfect, who set the World Wrestling Federation on it's ear." You all better take a look at me, I am what I say I am, and I say I'm absolutely..."GoddamnTell em who the motherfuckin' manYC overflowin' to the rivers of SudanTook a chick to Chick-fil-A while chicks parade to take my handCracked the safe and combination / countin' cake in crowded placesContemplatin' Plato, Zeno, Al Bloom/Duck encounters / duck and counter conversations, how rude?Used to bang on lunch tables every new Pharrell tuneI done hit so many trays I played for Jimmy CalhounNo payola on my payrollNo radio for pesosPersonalities be asking me to kick it like a sado / masochistYou the master kissing ass with lipstick mangoBouta take a trip to Africa tell a master kiss my a-holePassin' spliffs in TurkeyAcid trips in caicosPardon my aberration I be attacking different anglesRapping isn't work / but now that rap's my work I gotta make sure every verse on every jam I get's en fuego / woahIn the marriage between eagle and snake, the parents are senile, and the offspring are in need of a breakThe fire rages, through the night, flame is contagious but the heat feels right (x2)Quixotic Zoolander, brown skin Bruce BannerBought a new day plannerSongtexteI know my way around an orbital sanderI'm like Loudon Wainwright with plain frightAnd then the calm descendsI don't mean to condescendSometimes the free thoughts clashI feel like General Cornwall-blankFlanked by a legion of well-led heathens in tank topsAs our banks drop from these student loansIt's hard to notice over the chorus of jubilant moansButtressed by a fortress built of horse shitNorse gods with coarse armpits pled support of it (Hellfyre!)I bought three roses with you in mindNow I walk down the palisade like I'm Moses of ColumbineThat's a vigilant silence that can swallow soundAnd I rendered unto Caesar his olive-tipped crown Aus Songtexte Mania