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Movie Suited up ready, moving Running like a brand new Chevy, yeah Gunning with the speed of a king, yeah Going for the gold, no shit, yeah Bring out the best of the best of the Creme de la creme and put'em on the field, yeah Watch your best get shit, yeah Everybody * on the field, yeah Field goal field goal field goal field goal Everybody scoring on the field Moving like a boss and takin' no loss Train like a dog ain't no days off If I was near deaf couldn't help myself You couldn't hear with the help of a ref I was told to defend this gold Defend to the very last breath (breath breath breath) El-Producto now wild boy stuff spittin dust Pain and rain we know angels dump El-Tornado want all your chumps It's that run and bump That fee-fie-foe from A tag team fuck a chump SongtexteThis that vet spit That villainous vicious Venomous El-Tornado Kick Don't doubt that we won't fucking down you dogs No clout to spend here we won't pound you all Go shout it to the gods R T J has arrived To make their minions cry burn our image in their eyes Better get a little bit of that zen in ya Come along little * How'd El-Produc' get bigger, better, meaner Living like a sinner, mean demeanor Eat a dick scream to a mean leader, back to the ether Aus Songtexte Mania