PERC ANGLE Lyrics

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