Alright, last post. This is what started me on the idea and journey in the first place. Some backstory: This past July, I enrolled in a wrestling camp because I’m a longtime fan, and had to know if I could ever even potentially possess the ability to do it for a living down the road (the answer was no, but that’s a story for another day.) Anyway, by the time my first trial match was upon me, I had to pick a song to enter the ring to. Having witnessed countless entrances, I wanted to find a song that would get me pumped as well as the crowd, and be original as far as having never heard it in a wrestling arena. I settled on Quarashi’s “Mr. Jinx.” I’d liked the song since I first heard it on the Madden NFL 2003 soundtrack (tying it back to my paper even further!), and thought it was just uptempo and in-your-face enough to do the job. Hearing it over the loudspeakers as I made my way to the ring was I moment I won’t forget, not even a concussion could fuzz up this memory! I’d post up video of myself in action, but it’s not as musically oriented as the video for the song itself, so you’ll just have to use your imagination for now.
Here are the lyrics:
Now it’s your type o mad Jinx the mad sucker with a tail.
I’ve got my life worked up it ain’t as cheap as one thinks.
I’ve got links on it, the same internet porn,
ain’t as deep as I’ve been now I’ve got Justin in my corner.
I creep up but they don’t want me back in you know my love is so big
I think my head is cracking, smacking my face and always giving me the
baseline,
dead in a days time, give back what’s mine.
This ain’t no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a gun.
Now when you get it, meet the mad fun.
So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal
the beats on the wheel,
now how do you feel.
The cool vibe from my lyrical solo
I beat on your chest when I’m bouncing like yoyo.
This story is old just like the tales I’ve told.
But mark my words it will turn into gold.
All right, we’ve got it right all right.
We’ve got it right all right.
We’ve got it right all right.
We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
and the planets breaking down with god the only mechanic around,
faking firm ground, fucking up the program
so now I’m working on my devious master plan.
It’s all about these crazy comic relieves you know
Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe,
we get them all on a boat leave out all the rules,
the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.
All right, we’ve got it right all right.
We’ve got it right all right.
We’ve got it right all right. x3
