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Kurt Angle! Call Me Kurt Angle

Bitches wanna fuck me
Cause i look like Rambo
Goddamn BasedGod, flexin' Kurt Angle
Rich nigga twenty-five bitches set

I say where the angels  
I flex just like kurt angle 
Demons at my neck 
Yeah you know they try to strangle 
Baby got 3 sides like a triangle

I say

Shawty wanna fuck cause im having them racks and I grind like a skateboard
White boy plug up the street with the pounds looking like Kurt Angle

Got this shit locked like I'm Kurt Angle
Chains golden, make a bitch grab ha' ankles
I can't change, don't it
Strange soda, ratchet bitch on my line

and banging
Thinking it's sweet cause I sang little bitch we dangerous
Whole lot of sticks in the basement
I got the block on lock like my name Kurt Angle
You

[Kurt Angle]
Whoa! Before you get started..
+I+ have something to say!

I Am Gay
[Chorus: Kurt Angle]
I don't -- SUCK! I don't -- SUCK!
I don't --

(Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
My nigga he back on the Perc
I'ma call it Kurt Angle uh, uh, yeah (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

My nigga he back on the Perc

everything custom
Call me the BasedGod, everyday I hustle
Call me Mack Maine
You know I came from the struggle
Offset flex and I look like Kurt Angle
I don't

I just smoked up
Now I'm spaced out
Kurt Angle with the takedown
Kush rolled up
Windows down
Ten toes down
Autobots roll out
Introvert
I don't do

Deadz

2 Chainz

C U L T U R E

2017

or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don't fuck with no strangers, they tryna' get

In the Mood

Talib Kweli

Eardrum

2007

a different Kurt Angle (let's go)

I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (c'mon)
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we

In the Mood

Kanye West

Mr. West

2010

a different Kurt Angle (let's go)

I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (c'mon)
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we

type of life that? (yeah, yeah)
Found Jesus in a trap house (had to get out)
Kurt Angle, had to tap out (had to tap out)
On fire and that’s right now

make a sound
But I got ten crowns
Y2J Can't be found
Can't ever gain a pound
Kurt Angle
I'm so Kurt Angle
Kurt Angle
I'm so Kurt Angle
Got my gold medal

Baby I can't dance but my diamonds tango
Flip your bitch on her stomach
Like I'm Kurt Angle
I hit from every side, attacking all angles
I fuck her

sucky'
Ah, but I never really was an angel
Hop in my new Uzi Vert'
Pedal to the metal, tires in the dirt (Skrrt)
Hit my favorite Kurt Angle (Skrrt)
Drift,

As a young nigga comin' up (sup?)
Started off hangin', bangin', then we went to swangin'
Put that work in the Act' like no Kurt Angle
Make you disappear,

One Last Cigarette

Cypress Hill

Till Death Do Us Part

2004

bout to get mangled
That's truer than Kurt Angle
Now it's time to pay
Any last word to say?
I know your minds strayed
Son, I think you need to pray

like what?)
Like an ankle (like a what?)
From an angle (from a what?)
Yuh, I might bend yo' bitch
Just like Kurt Angle
Said my pockets all stuffed, look

And you know when Kurt Angle
Is his first ever anything
He always comes out on top, he always wins
Which means, it's gonna be The Rock
And Kurt Angle

first place Kurt Angle what
My side bitch tell her she my main hoe
White bitch nickname Cocaino what
Better ask if ya ain't know
I don't know what they

mental strains, but I stick out like Kurt Angle's temple veins
You got an empty brain
Enter in my lane, it takes balls like a gender change
People

the kid
She weighed 275, should could've played the d-line
For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango
I sing a jingle, now the beamer slammed like Kurt

tryna lock it like Kurt Angle
Baby girl I love you, you an angel
Come on here and show me what that thing do
I'm just tryna figure what that thing do, ooh