You're insensitive
You're mean
and you think you know
Everything.

But you know nothing
You're older and
now it makes you bolder?
Roll out the black carpet,
Incoming, its a blasphemous preaching priest,
Look at miss righteous, please,
just stop it.

You're lucky
I've twisted my tongue,
That I now breathe in
Before I lunge,
You choke on the little truth I've
dribbled on your spaghetti
Imagine how you'd feel
If I broke it all down,
You'd never be ready!

You live in bliss
Unaware of twists
You're a good time and
excellent with rhymes,
But I'd never call you
If I was fighting...