I'm a spartan, go ahead and throw your spear Slap failure in the face and still show no fear They say no show but I show like chea The Champ's here
So You Walked Over To Me Breathing In My Ear Talking 'Bout What Could Be Saying You Can Do This And That And You Start Working Me Like A Champ And
I left my old home to ramble this country My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong Remember that God will always watch over you And we will be waiting
baseball like a girl, But when my baby holds me, I'm the champion of the world. When my baby holds me, I'm the champion of the world.
Just another rusty brother Seeing his old role replayed Looking in the world like a broken mirror Seeing his old face displayed They come and go, come
it in your core But I ain't seen nobody move That weren't going for the door And I'd say what you'd say Champions of nothing But there's a car waiting
lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band
T.V. show, she rides the rodeo She plays the bass in a band She's an astronaut, a valet at the parking lot A farmer, working the land She is a champion
girl, uh, a trow girl, with game that'll make my toes curl cause she's a beast in the bed and I'ma beast with her beat it up like a champ and uh she
find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I got that paper in them rubber bands
on her trail And you kinda upset this U.S. male You touch her once with your greasy hands I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band She's
tinglin So grab your girl, let's start the jam For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK..... [Break:] Go [x31] Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch
hydrogen laugh, the cure, the grass, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens. The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching bands
roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You know, you guys are the champs
know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You guys are the champs
is my rock in the long, low, weary land Meaningless movies on the screen behind the band that's blowing flowing shapes Half of their music is on tape My mentor and champion
