[Verse]
Rock wanted me to write his song tonight but I would never be his mouthpiece
'Cause Rock's like LeBron James: he took his talent straight down to South Beach
And for the past few weeks, Rock's been legitimately pissed
If you get stuck singing your song tonight, Rock, it's all in the wrist
Could we please have a week where you don't come out here and choke?
You may be G.I. Joe this summer; right now, you're a G.I. Joke
Ever since I opened my mouth about you, you've been beggin' me to back off
So if Rock and Dwayne are the same person, I think y'all both are jackoffs
And after April 1st, you won't be making no more movies
You're going to need surgery on your face just like you had it on your boobies
Those poppin' pecs, they had more work than a locker room full of Divas
I got a gift for Rock tonight, I'ma give him a Cleveland Steamer
Team Bring It? He's Team Lost It, and the truth is getting scary
'Cause they weren't chanting "Rocky" last week, they were chanting "Tooth Fairy"
Keep making fun of this Fruity Pebble, Rock, cause I ain't even close to sick of it
I'm Mr. Kung Pao Chicken, you're just Miami fried chicken-shit
And no, no, I don't have balls, but I got something in their place
I'ma beat your ass at WrestleMania and put my nuts dead in your face!