TEN TOES DOWN [Intro — spoken, cocky] Yo, I heard you got a question for me. You think I'm wrong? That's cute. I'm not. [Verse 1] I said what I said, and I stand on that, Got no facts in my pocket, but I got the hat. You pulled up receipts, said, “Look right here.” I said, “That don't count, I don't like the source, my dear.” You showed me a chart, I said, “Charts can lie.” You showed me a book, I said, “Books can lie.” You showed me the witness who watched it go down, I said, “That's just one person's account.” “But you were there!” “That's irrelevant.” “You literally saw it!” “I remember it differently.” Then you played the recording of me saying the words. “That clip is edited.” You showed me the uncut version. “The context is hidden.” You brought the full transcript. “The transcript is biased toward language.” [Pre-Chorus] You got evidence? I got confidence. You got witnesses? I got common sense. You got a mountain of facts in your hand? I got one feeling— And that's where I stand! [Chorus — huge, swaggering] TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! I might be wrong, but I still say I'm best! You can bring the truth, you can bring the test, TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! You can prove it wrong, I'll just change the premise, Ask me for a source, I'll say, “What's your definition?” I don't need proof when I've already guessed— TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! [Verse 2] You said, “The sky is blue.” I said, “Not always.” “Okay, but right now?” “Depends on the hallways.” You showed me the sky, I said, “That's your angle.” You brought a weather app, I said, “Phones can be manipulated.” You said, “It's raining!” “I don't feel rain.” “There's water falling on your head!” “Probably just the sprinkler system.” Thunder hit— “Sound effects.” Lightning flashed— “Special effects.” Clouds covered the sun— “Nice projection.” The forecast matched, the radar turned red, I said, “Weather is a narrative pushed by Big Umbrella.” A meteorologist stood there, soaked to the bone. “Interesting costume, but where's the peer review?” The river rose through the living room floor. “Flooding is just water with a retention problem.” At this point you ain't debating me, You're debating my refusal to acknowledge reality! [Chorus] TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! I might be wrong, but I'll never confess! You can bring receipts, I will still protest, TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! I moved the goalpost, then I called it defense, Changed the question halfway through the evidence. Logic at the door? Tell it, “Don't bother me yet!” TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! [Bridge — beat drops, spoken argument] “You are objectively wrong.” “According to whom?” “The facts.” “Whose facts?” “Reality.” “Whose reality?” “…Reality's.” “Sounds biased.” “Reality is not biased.” “That's exactly what reality would say.” “Every expert agrees.” “Every expert you asked.” “Every expert on Earth.” “Earth? Conveniently, the planet where you found them.” “Are you saying the entire planet is lying?” “I'm saying the sample size is emotionally invested.” See? Checkmate. [Verse 3 — faster, increasingly ridiculous] I don't retreat, I redefine, If the facts don't fit, then the facts decline. If I lose the argument, I change the game, Then claim you misunderstood what I never claimed. “You said A!” “I meant B.” “You literally said A!” “That's your interpretation of A.” “What does A mean?” “Whatever I need it to mean.” “That's dishonest!” “That's semantics.” “That's not semantics!” “Now you're getting emotional.” Oh, I love this game! You bring me a signed confession, I question the pen. You bring me the pen, I question the hand. You bring me the hand, I question the arm. You bring me the arm—“Was this before or after the incident?” You show me security footage—“Camera angle.” Every angle? “Coordinated angles.” Satellite view? “The satellite has an agenda.” Show me the satellite? “That proves nothing about the footage.” I could stand beneath a falling meteor, Still looking upward saying, “Need more data.” You could hand me proof with a signed affidavit, I'll fold it into paper and say, “Nice napkin.” [Final Chorus — bigger, crowd chanting] TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! I might be wrong, but I'll never confess! Facts keep knocking, but I won't let ’em in, If I can't win the argument, I redefine the win! TEN TOES DOWN AND WITH MY WHOLE CHEST! Confidence stronger than a bulletproof vest! You can prove me wrong a hundred times at best— I'll say, “Interesting…” Then double down again! [Outro — smug spoken] “So… you admit you were wrong?” “No.” “But I just proved it.” “You proved your version.” “What version?” “The version where I'm wrong.” “And what version is correct?” “Mine.” “Why?” “Because I'm standing by it.” “That's circular.” “Exactly.” “Do you have any evidence?” “I have consistency.” “You changed your position six times.” “Consistently.” “And I'm still right.”
