Post by hehatesshe on Oct 30, 2020 6:08:18 GMT
So gather round townsfolk, from Peddler to Thief,
Let me tell you the tale, of the great Tribal Chief.
He had hair wet as dogs, he had teeth white as dogs,
He had friends, who were dogs. He's a really big dog.
He will fight, He will win,
He will bite, He will sing,
He's more vile than before,
From the Isle's of Samoa.
Much wretched was Roman, when virtue his game,
But he went bad at SummerSlam, and joined with Paul Heyman,
And he ruled over SmackDown, potential let loose,
And he layeth the SmackDown, on noble Jey Uce.
He will fight, He will win,
He will bite, He will sing,
He's more vile than before, from the Isle's of Samoa.
He's a dog, diggy, diggy, Big Dog, with shiny white teeth,
He's a big dog, big diggy dog, he's the great Tribal Chief.
At the end of the story, those listening to me,
They're under the glory, a great irony.
Like Rocky, before him, who failed as a face,
Reigns had to go evil, to rule in Rock's place.
He will bite, He will win,
He will fight, He will sing,
He's more vile than before, from the Isle's of Samoa.
He's a big doggy, diggy doo bog, big do woof bark dog,
He's a big dog, big woofy dog, big bark woof dog woof.
And when Rock finally comes back; the dog's gone too far.
He'll acknowledge the Chief, at WrestleMania.
And when Reigns finally turns back, into a face,
He'll be the most over, except maybe Mace...
or T-Bar...
or SlapJack...
R-R-R-REMIX
No longer superman, he's the Tribal Chief,
Feeling he's a heel now, big relief.
Picking up victories by the dozens,
Kicking the Sh*t out of his cousins.
Topless, makes the girls insane,
Screaming out one voice, Roman Reigns!
Ruling of the islands of Samoa,
Cocking his fist and sayin' Oohwah
Let me tell you the tale, of the great Tribal Chief.
He had hair wet as dogs, he had teeth white as dogs,
He had friends, who were dogs. He's a really big dog.
He will fight, He will win,
He will bite, He will sing,
He's more vile than before,
From the Isle's of Samoa.
Much wretched was Roman, when virtue his game,
But he went bad at SummerSlam, and joined with Paul Heyman,
And he ruled over SmackDown, potential let loose,
And he layeth the SmackDown, on noble Jey Uce.
He will fight, He will win,
He will bite, He will sing,
He's more vile than before, from the Isle's of Samoa.
He's a dog, diggy, diggy, Big Dog, with shiny white teeth,
He's a big dog, big diggy dog, he's the great Tribal Chief.
At the end of the story, those listening to me,
They're under the glory, a great irony.
Like Rocky, before him, who failed as a face,
Reigns had to go evil, to rule in Rock's place.
He will bite, He will win,
He will fight, He will sing,
He's more vile than before, from the Isle's of Samoa.
He's a big doggy, diggy doo bog, big do woof bark dog,
He's a big dog, big woofy dog, big bark woof dog woof.
And when Rock finally comes back; the dog's gone too far.
He'll acknowledge the Chief, at WrestleMania.
And when Reigns finally turns back, into a face,
He'll be the most over, except maybe Mace...
or T-Bar...
or SlapJack...
R-R-R-REMIX
No longer superman, he's the Tribal Chief,
Feeling he's a heel now, big relief.
Picking up victories by the dozens,
Kicking the Sh*t out of his cousins.
Topless, makes the girls insane,
Screaming out one voice, Roman Reigns!
Ruling of the islands of Samoa,
Cocking his fist and sayin' Oohwah