Bite Back #Tomfoolery

🎩🧐 #Tomfoolery 🎩🧐 Get your mustache properly primped. The very fancy white glove have been thrown. Will you keep a stiff upper lip… or return fire with fine proper diction? XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 1: Drop Your Retort Remix, mash-up, or other craft your own civil savagery. Bring your best bars beau monde to the chap-hop scene. Go sharp and show these old chums that the water’s not too hot. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 2: Dress for the Duel Create cover art that feels like a Victorian vanity project gone wild. If your pinky is up high and your posture is perfect, you’re doing it right. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 3: Hijack the House of Lords Tag your creation with #Tomfoolery You can add this to your lyrics section: ==========☕🎩🍰========== Made for #Tomfoolery. Check the link for more details. https://suno.com/s/YmNxOrIzwNyWaaWB ==========☕🎩🍰========== XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 4: Mind Your Manners Comment on the original track so the gents know you’ve stepped into the lobby. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 5: Mix the Biscuits Blast your fellow duelists across the playlist banquet. They will appreciate your spittle. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 6: Echo the Etiquette Paste these rules (or the short link version) into your track description so the patrician addiction keeps multiplying. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX And that’s it. Fix your collar and pour the tea. 🎩🧐 The tomfoolery has begun. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX [Intro] I stroll in your hall -- cape made of lace Heard you spouting a lot of disgrace You think you're clever, your rhymes pristine But they lack class, so open your ears to a words of a dark queen [Verse 1] You knocked on my coffin, dear At half past your nerve I rise with a curtsey And poison with serve My gloves are white satin My teeth are polished bone I sip like a duchess Then send you back home [Verse 2] You think two on one is a goonery? My bat minions are hundreds to end your buffoonery Challenge me in rhymes and you believe it's not fair? Keep dreaming cartoon villain and candy fish man [Bridge] Your paltry boasts -- a whisper My presence -- a sinister blister A parlor game -- twisted, your rhythm -- I dismiss it I glide through halls, a silent mist, your weak attempts, I resist A fatal charm, a lover's kiss, then darkness, pure, unmissed [Pre-Chorus] Chin up high boys, toss those pinkies up Here comes the drop from the queen of a dark! [Chorus: Drop] Vampire Lady! Shadows my domain Elegant, lethal, I reign, again and again Fangs gleam, intellect sharp, a crimson stain Vampire Lady! Feel the exquisite pain From ancient crypts, my wisdom flows, a tapestry of woes Your poor slang, nobody knows, my legend, it just grows A timeless terror, velvet cloak, your fragile spirit -- it broke A single glance, a whispered joke... Then silence, No revoke [Breakdown] [Verse 3] I’ve read your little swagger It’s borrowed and loud Mine is old-world thunder In a funeral crowd I answer in silk words You bark in the mud I leave little red marks On your courage and tongue A little less shouting A little more grace Your crowns made of cardboard Mine’s built from experience Where stars remember The names of the rude I host your humiliation With properitude [Verse 4] You barked for a brawl I offered a smile Your talk was all smoke Mine was grace and style I know every room From the chapel to court I leave hearts in the shadows And pride on the floor My story as old -- as the moon in the sky My words are a velvet, -- a hard hook with a glimpse of a shy You swing with your ego, I answer with poise A lady can ruin you making no noise I sip my tea with grace and class You spill yours on shoes with those shaking hands I read your whole motive through all of your moves Your threats are cheap candlewax, melting too fast I’m thunder in satin, I’m built to outlast [Bridge 2] Your lines came loud and clumsy Mine came wrapped in velvet thread A widow’s glance, a soft laugh Then I left your pride for dead I know the rules of entry The bow, the pause, the cue I win by perfect timing And by not looking at you [Pre-Chorus] You swung with intention I bit from the dark You lacking manners I weave thy art [Chorus: Drop] Crimson mist, shadows dance, My verses flow, a refined trance. Etiquette, elegance, every glance, You stand no chance. Your vulgar tongue, a peasant's shout, My words, fine lace, no room for doubt. A dusty tome, your paltry bout, My presence, a velvet shroud. [Breakdown] [Final Verse] Good evening, sir Pish Keep your hands to yourself Good evening, sir Badfatler I don’t lower my shelf Good evening, sirs Your bark is quite loud I bite with a bow And I smile at the crowd [Outro] And now you stand there Jaws on a floor all eyes on me Don't take your defeat too seriously Tis only a wee tomfoolery