Kurt Angle - Gold Medal

[The Fiend]

Took the lyrics from Kurt Angle's page and made a few corrections. There is one line I can't quite make out tho.

I'm focused, dead up
Don't get up, I'll never let up
Ferocious, I'm fed up
Dismissin' 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
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 never take it from under me

Don't thunder me, it's gonna be trouble
Hit you so many times
You 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, ???
'cause you face down, really
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 into 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 (That's right)
Feature fold ends to the center
Physical and mental, 'cause he's simply better
No playing around with those second attacks

And lay you down for a three second nap on the mat
You starin' at the ceiling on your back is appealin'
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