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Kurt Angle ("I Don't Suck"):
I dont... suck I dont... suck
I dont... suck I dont... suck
I know one look is depressing to see
Cause you know you cant be
better then me
Start at the bottom, and long for
the top
I'll always be here to make
your dreams stop
I've got it all, from head to toe
Looks, brains and class you'll
never know
Second place is the best you will do
Be happy with that before I do worse to you
Envious eyes just stare at the gold
My life is on fire and your ice cold
What could you do that would ever scare me?
All of you out there, I'm the dog, you're the flea
[Rap] Anything you can do, I can do better
Even when I rap, I rap more better
It's like this body, when wrapped in leather
Perfection, and it gets no better
I rap like I wrestle, I'm one of the best
When I rock the north, south, the east and west
I rap like I wrestle, the envy of others
The only white rapper in tune with the brothers
All eyes on me, and if I was you,
best believe, I'd keep my eyes on me
Two hundred plus pounds of a body splendid
Bragadocious, oh so ferocious focused
History suspended, skills uncontended
Live at the top, attributes won't stop
Mastered the ring and the mic alike
Eloquent with words while I move cat-like
Hot....oh, I can't be stopped, and now rap meets rock
And it's time that you drop
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