Letra de The bottom line

He rose from Texas the wrestling scene writing the scriptures of 3:16,
took it upon himself to erase pieces of trash who got in his face,
I see his shirts wherever I wander, I know in my heart that they´ve never laundered
and they never need it to be and that kind of attitude appeals to me.

And Mcmahon can´t control him so don´t even try,
you can have him arrested but there goes the ride,
can´t take away the intensity of his high,
but you can´t lock away the Stone Cold pride.

Took out poor Vinnie a shot to the sac,
A picture was taken so he could look back,
A pain inflicted on a true fiend,
molding the king of the true 3:16,
he´s in top form and his knee is fixed,
ready to school that Shawn Michaels prick
and open up a can of whoop-ass
how do you like that jackass?

And Mcmahon can´t control him so don´t even try,
you can have him arrested but there goes the ride,
can´t take away the intensity of his high,
but you can´t lock away the Stone Cold pride.