Power Slam Jams - The Truth Lyrics

F*ck your couch
This for the haters that say I'm too different
I'm channeling chaos to pin 'em magnificent
Potential infinite, angel of death
Belligerent style, Imma keep it as straight as it gets
I mean, what am I gonna do
Just, all of a sudden, just jump up and grind my feet on somebody's couch
Like it's like it's something to do?
Come on, I got more sense than that
Yeah, I remember just grinding my feet on his couch
Trip up on your laces, meet the pavement
I said hit the road
Or step up in this ring and catch a view from on the f*ckin' floor
Cause I am the truth
I'm selling out stadiums bitch, while you're workin' the booth
I'm taking that loot
Speak up, cause it's your debut
Bitch who is you? It don't matter what your name is
F*ck your couch, bitch, call the cops
Everything I do is unorthodox
Claw your way to the middle with a hammer lock
Imma rise to the top on a paradox
Then continue to rock from Bangkok to NC
Topping off the tank while you bitches is empty
Psycho dedication, call me new Jack Dempsey
Then see that I'm f*ckin' better than Pepsi
This for the haters that say I'm too different
I'm channeling chaos, to pin 'em magnificent
Potential infinite, angel of death
Belligerent style, Imma keep it as real as it
This for the haters that said I'm too different
I'm channeling chaos, to pin 'em magnificent
Potential infinite, angel of death
Belligerent style, Imma keep it as real as it gets