PERC ANGLE

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Listen, I train my ass off every single day
I diet, I work my ass off all day long
Every day of the year, for you people
I'll tell you what, we're not gonna do it over and over and over again
You got one last chance
I'm going back to that curtain
And when I come through
If you don't show me the damn respect that I deserve

Somebody's in danger
And it ain't me
I got rage, Perc Angle
Who wanna test me
Running the numbers, like Steiner
We can rumble for the title
But don't cry when I break your spine
And silence, your vitals

Why you running
Thought we were having fun, especially since you became the hunted
Your nightmare's just begun, I must admit
I'm a little old-fashioned
I don't sink my teeth into something, without passion
That means I'm
Putting my fangs in your veins
And my blade, in your trachea
Dream Catcher ain't catching you fade, like 81
Not a lullaby in sight
It's a mirror full of fright
Treat 'em all like GTA
Five stars on anyone

Somebody's in danger
And it ain't me
I got rage, Perc Angle
Who wanna test me
Running the numbers, like Steiner
We can rumble for the title
But don't cry when I break your spine
And silence, your vitals

I got freaks nine days out of the week
How? We only have seven days in a week
Man, you ain't Big Poppa

News flash, I'm kind of a psycho
Kind of a serial, wasn't a typo
When I said I see red, I meant the blood on your head
Pick you up, and lean like Michael
This ain't the Elimination Chamber
It's a basement full of pain and anger
Pay-per-view, it's time to lace up
Going one-on-one with the reaper
Olympic pace, try to keep up
Top rope, 450s, doubling knees up
That Sting'd 'em, but I'm not done
Pick 'em up, and suplex that ass like Cena
Money in the Bank, might pull up in a tank
And spray 'em all down with that ether
Can't numb the pain, but that pill ain't hard to swallow
When I'm in Ibiza
Turn 'em all Sleepy Hollow
Ain't nothing but Max-imum offense
Your defense gets turned into the trash, when I'm talkin
You got 141 and two-thirds of a chance to catch this stomping
By the time you ring the bell
You should bring the mop in

Somebody's in danger
And it ain't me
I got rage, Perc Angle
Who wanna test me
Running the numbers, like Steiner
We can rumble for the title
But don't cry when I break your spine
And silence, your vitals

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