I'm focused
 
 Dead up
 
 Don't get up, or never let up
 
 Ferocious
 
 I'm fed up
 
 Dismissing the competition
 
 it's hopless,
 
 I'll trash their ambition
 
 Listen...
 
 Ya'll want a class on tradition
 
 On one condition
 
 Forget the best of the century
 
 Ya'll talk about the best of all-time
 
 you better mention me
 
 Essentially, I'm the best there's ever gonna be
 
 I hold my ground
 
 You'll never take it from under me
 
 And up under me, it's gonna be trouble
 
 Hit you so many times,
 
 you see triple and double,
 
 instead of one of me
 
 I got more heart, more ways
 
 to tear you, apart
 
 Lay you down early on
 
 Or maybe in the later round
 
 It's no different to me
 
 You tap out, cash out,
 
 or simply pass out, to breathe
 
 Cause you face down... really
 
 And barely alive, cause I'm an animal inside
 
 Hear me
 
  
  I'm what the game is supposed to be
 
 Hopefully, you see what I mean
 
 Knock you out, haven't seen
 
 You were beaten by a triple team
 
 Box you out, the whole scene and gleam
 
 The limelight's my dream, I shine bright
 
 Smash you! Front to back,
 
 You gon' need hindsight
 
 In fact, when I attack
 
 You lucky if I leave you intact
 
 I'm prone to overkill
 
 Work you over, til' I steal your motorskills
 
 It's the same whenever I'm done
 
 Your numb toe to thumb
 
 and most can't remember their names
 
 or where they're from
 
 And some speechless, stunned, lookin' deaf and dumb
 
 You're weak like 7 days
 
 Then afraid, I'm amazed ya'll still step up
 
 'Cause I hit more men than Jenna Jameson in better days
 
 Can't clear your heads, you wanted Jenna Haze
  
 
 You want the man, you got him
 
 And you can spot him, every Thursday night on TNA
 
 It's like a spotlight, and main events in his DNA
 
 "Who you say?" It's Kurt Angle
 
 Beneath you'll settle,
 
 The best in the world
 
 Only guy in the sport with a gold medal
 
 Future fold ends to the center
 
 Physical and mental
 
 Cause he's simply better
 
 Quit playing around with those second attacks
 
 He'll lay you down for a three second nap on the mat,
 
 If staring at the ceiling on your back is appealing
 
 Get yourself a match and you gon' do that
 
 It's a rap, you're trapped in the game
 
 You a rat in a maze
 
 Just amazed how I made my name,
 
 My fame is a runaway train on the tracks
 
 I fight like my life's on the line everynight, in fact
 
 That's why I'm gonna take that strap.