[BBvideo=560,315]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXz60fDKTnw[/BBvideo]

How does a Party Peacock, wrestling machine,
And a showman, growing in fame and now he's adored by all your Marks in different cities
From Astoria to Peoria,
Keep fighting,
With all this ink and rumors in the writing?

The belt holder, with broad shoulders to reach the borders
Ten pounds of gold worth so much more to hoarders
Build up a cash folder by keeping a tight hold on
This trophy, Until a world title cash in is in order

But every day they claim he's wasting his opportunity and pushing away
His chance to main event the biggest shows he's been a part of
He knows that his mission to make the belt worth more is harder
This Peacock is building a legacy, so hold your garters

Then a bald fop sang, and the arena bell clanged,
Till Aiden found his body flipped in a Bangarang
Got suplexed back to his duplex, his night ended in pain
And he found out the hard way the champ doesn't play games

Well he beat Jimmy Havok and they said this is insane, man
Went from no momentum to the one on all their brains, man
Everybody watching, They wonder when he's gonna claim it
Stamp the World Belt with His Name
What's that name, man?

Dalty Double Slammies, yeah
They call me Dalty Double Slammies, yeah
And I'm going to leave Aiden suffering
Just you wait, Just you wait

When Aiden talks he runs his lips, full of it, so boring
It makes me snore, fall asleep without a warning
The truth hittin' you in your wits, You know this,

You can marry a Guerrero and still not be worth shit

When you're Gateway Champion, you're Champion whether rain or shine
Can't rest on your laurels, You have to fight every Troglodyte
With no style
Dalton, you gotta keep colors bright
Bring out your sequins, no reason not to try some green tonight

There's a million matches more to come
Just you wait
Who's still champion?
Dalty Double Slammies, bitch.

As a huge Hamilton fan, I loved this!

“Dalty Double Slammies, yeah. They call me Dalty Double Slammies, yeah” really made me giggle because of how well it fits with the song... and I loved the line “You can marry a Guerrero and still not be worth shit” because it’s such a sick burn (poor Shaul!)

Nice work, Derek. I really hope EBWF has some other Hamilton fans who will appreciate this as much as I did

Thanks Ben, I matched up the internal rhyme structure and strong/weak syllables as best as possible. I wish I could have really cracked the more complex last third of the song but I had to cut my losses and skip to the end.