The Main Event Mafia

I'm focused, dead up

Don't get up, I'll never let up

Ferocious, I'm fed up

Dismissing the competition

You're hopeless, I'll trash their ambition

Listen...

You want a class on tradition?



On one condition — forget the best of the century

You 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



Don't thunder me, it's gonna be trouble

Hit you so many times, you'll see triple and double instead of one of me

I got more heart, more ways to tear you apart

I'll lay you down early on



Or maybe in the later round, it's no different to me

If you tap out, cash out, or simply pass out, or 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

I'll work you over, til' I steal your motor skills



It's the same whenever I'm done

You're 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 seven days

Then afraid, I'm amazed (what?) y'all still step up

'Cause I hit more men than Jenna Jameson in better days

You can't clear your heads, you in a 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 event's in his DNA

(Who you say?) It's Kurt Angle

Finito, settled



The best in the world

Only guy in the sport with a gold medal

Feature fold ends to the center

Physical and mental, 'cause he's simply better

No 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 trapped in the game

You a rat in the maze



Just amazed how I made my name,

My fame is a runaway train on the track

I fight like my life's on the line every night, in fact

That's why I'm gon' take that strap

Remake of "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider

Alternate title: "Gold Metal" - Meltdown

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