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Best In The World (A tribute to CM Punk!)

Is it great to be alive on a Monday night in Chicago or what? Enjoy this tribute to CM Punk, the BITW! IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIIIIIIIIIME! Made with AI song generating app Suno. (c) 2026 LYRICS: [Verse 1] Basement ring Four ropes Duct tape Ten fans chanting Blood on the apron Sleeping on floors Cheap gas Long roads Flyers on poles Name in the smallest font No silver spoon Just scars and scrapes Driving all night Chasing that tiny gate Every fall Every cracked tooth He kept shouting "I'ma carve my truth" [Chorus] From Chicago Where the crowd sings loud Where the winters bite And he still stands proud He drops pipebombs On their fragile thrones Every word he spits Cuts straight to the bone From Chicago Where the misfits rise Burning every script Right before your eyes He drops pipebombs Lets the silence burn You can try to cage him But he’ll never learn (hey!) [Verse 2] Bright lights hit Wrist tape Nerves First big stage Where the sharks all lurk They tried to mold Tried to paint him safe He tore their script Spat right in their face Cash in the case Shock on their lips World on his waist Company eclipsed Summer nights Crowd at a roar Clock ticking down He walked out the door Four long years He called their bluff Screamed "Best in the World" Till they’d had enough [Bridge] Straight edge Sharp tongue Clean veins Loaded lungs He stands Unshaken In a land of the taken "I'm better than you I don't chase your high I don't need your crutch Just the will to defy" No bottle No smoke Just grit and spite "I'm better than you And you know I'm right" (hey!) [Instrumental] [2-minute guitar solo over escalating thrash riff Key changes Divebombs And gang-shouted hits] [Verse 3] Nine years gone But the chants stayed strong Empty seats Still hummed his song Old ghosts call But he’s still defiant Walks back in To face the giants Same taped fists Brand new fire Picking up heat Right where he retired Scars all mapped On his hardened skin Crowd sings his name As the match begins He smirks at the suits As the cameras spin "Miss me now? Let’s begin again" [Bridge] Straight edge Still proud Still screams too loud "I'm better than you Every fraud in this crowd" Clear eyes Clear mind He never forgot "I'm better than you And I say it's a shoot Not a plot" [Chorus] From Chicago Where the crowd sings loud Where the winters bite And he still stands proud He drops pipebombs On their fragile thrones Every word he spits Cuts straight to the bone From Chicago Where the misfits rise Burning every script Right before your eyes He drops pipebombs Lets the silence burn You can try to cage him But he’ll never learn