PROJECT C:\ - Court Angle

[INTRO] Yeah… Olympic gold with a snapped fuckin’ neck. It’s true. It’s damn true. [VERSE 1] Gold medal dangling off a broken spine, Kurt Angle walking in like a war crime. Milk in the fridge, ankle lock in the mind, I twist your shit till your soul resigns. Boy in a man’s world? Bitch I am the world, I play with boys then I bury the girl. You suck chants bouncing off the ceiling tile, I smile through the pain like a serial smile. Intensity, intensity, intensity, DIE, I made the whole locker room question why. TNA, WWE(ye), I don’t give a fuck, I’ll choke you out then I’ll drink your luck. YEAH! IT’S TRUE! WHAT?! FUCK YOUR NECK! [CHORUS] KURT ANGLE, MOTHERFUCKER, I SNAPPED MY OWN SHIT STILL CAME BACK AND I ATE THE WHOLE PIT BOY IN A MAN’S WORLD, I LOVE TO PLAY THEN I LOCK THE ANKLE AND I THROW YOU AWAY IT’S TRUE, IT’S DAMN TRUE, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK OLYMPIC GOLD COVERED IN BLOOD AND NUTS [VERSE 2] I stared into the camera like I saw God blink, Thousand-yard stare, make the internet think. Painkillers, broken neck, still I never quit, I turned my whole career into a snuff clip. Rey Mysterio looking up like “what the fuck,” I said the line then I doubled down, stuck. Manhandle you, get on top, then I pause “Wait wait wait” then I break every law. Hall of Fame plaque hanging over a grave, I wrestled with demons and I still misbehaved. You want a hero? Bitch I’m the opposite, Gold medal, milk mustache, and a body count list. SHUT UP! HOLD ON! NO NO NO [BREAKDOWN] 👀 [BRIDGE] “You’re a boy… in a man’s world…” AND I’M A MAN WHO LOVES TO PLAY WITH BOYS NO WAIT SHUT THE FUCK UP I MEANT I’LL MANHANDLE YOUR WHOLE EXISTENCE [OUTRO] Milk. Lock. Stare. Neck. True. Damn. True. FUCK. Milk. Lock. Stare. Neck. True. Damn. True. …yeah. I can take a nap now. COURT ANGLE COURT ANGLE COURT ANGLE COURT ANGLE