Song Lyric Sunday: The Best Kind of Chaos

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, writers were expected to not settle on mediocrity and search for a tune with the given words—best, better, good, or great—in either the lyrics or title. Colby “Chaos” Covington not only became a well-known commodity in the UFC’s welterweight division because of his relentless pace and finely tuned skillset, but his antics outside of the cage are some of the most outlandish: raunchy promos with high-priced models, over-the-top support of Donald Trump, and a never-ending barrage of trash talk. When Covington is ushered to the cage by Kurt Angle’s anthem “Gold Medal,” fans aren’t sure whether his performance between the bells or after will garner greater amounts of attention.

Lyrics to “Gold Medal

I’m focused

Dead up

Don’t get up, or never let up


I’m fed up

Dismissing the competition

it’s hopless,

I’ll trash their ambition


Ya’ll want a class on tradition

On one condition

Forget the best of the century

Ya’ll 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

And up under 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

Lay you down early on

Or maybe in the later round

It’s no different to me

You tap out, cash out,

or simply pass out, to 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

Work you over, til’ I steal your motorskills

It’s the same whenever I’m done

Your 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 7 days

Then afraid, I’m amazed ya’ll still step up

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

Can’t clear your heads, you wanted 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 events in his DNA

“Who you say?” It’s Kurt Angle

Beneath you’ll settle,

The best in the world

Only guy in the sport with a gold medal

Future fold ends to the center

Physical and mental

Cause he’s simply better

Quit 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’re trapped in the game

You a rat in a maze

Just amazed how I made my name,

My fame is a runaway train on the tracks

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

That’s why I’m gonna take that strap.

Prompted from Song Lyric Sunday at:

Prompted from V.J. Knutson’s Weekly Challenge at:


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