Yo wsg fam. 2nd year
Second year stepping up, clippers in the air,
World’s Greatest Shave, yeah you know I care.
Last time went bold, rocked the mohawk brave,
Snip-snip clean — three-fifty raised.
Crowd went wild when the sides went bare,
Fresh cut shine, cold breeze through the hair.
Did it for the cause, every dollar gave hope,
Now I’m back again and I’m raising the scope.
This year got a plan, tighter than fades,
Goal set sharp — one-fifty raised.
Hit a hundred flat? That’s the deal I made:
Hair comes off, crowd gets to invade.
Top donor calling shots, no hesitation,
Pick one of three styles — public humiliation.
Buzz it clean? Wild spikes? Bowl cut curse?
Whatever they choose, I’ma rock it worse.
And it don’t stop there, nah, I level the game,
Every extra dollar stacking reps to the pain.
One buck more? Two pushups drop,
Chest to the floor, I don’t quit, don’t stop.
Sweat drip down but the mission’s clear,
Strong for the fighters we’re backing this year.
Hair grows back — legends are made,
Scalp shining bright for the funds we raise.
So donate, share, make the total climb,
Shape my fate one dollar at a time.
From mohawk madness to whatever’s next,
Second year louder — respect on the chest.
Clipper buzz loud, crowd energy save,
Doing my part for the Greatest Shave.
