Oh, sorry... Did I keep you waiting? You must be delirious, Always tryin' to sound so serious, I find it rather hilarious, You thought you were fastidious? Now that's quite the joke, You still green, like your artichoke, Should've stayed fuckin' quiet, Man, what a laugh, ryot.. Let me ask you this question, (Heh) Maybe you just forgot to mention, How you call that a fatal blow? When at the end you beggin' me to go? Like... hello...? Then you come at me, With my exact vocabulary, Thinkin' cause you said it, it's more scary, (Bitch, please...) Now let's make this situation hairy. I balk at the thought I'm all talk when I've already shown I walk the walk while you just sittin' on the sidewalk with chalk in hand, drawin' flower stalks... But fret not, my child, I won't go wild, And I'm not mad, Just disappointed with what's been had, Said you rehearsed the finish, But left it half furnished, If that shit was supposed to be fatal How the hell am I here at all? It's ok, I know you don't think things through, Earlier on, you practically confessed, You've already paid me my compliments, boo, So go ahead and keep trying to sound unimpressed. (You ain't foolin' nobody) Spent more time describin' my outfit, Normally, I wouldn't compare, (Nah, I would) But... shit... Like your punchlines, you're lookin' thread-bare. You called me inferior, But where's the receipts? Acted all superior, With a track full of deceipt, Accused me of weightless threats, While hitting me with the same, That's as ridiculous as it gets, Man, what a shame... Alright, allow me to reiterate, You said that shit was a fatal blow, But handed me a hook-filled weak flow, I go hook-less and still catch you on the line, Gather up your spine, Cause you're gonna need it, When you write part two of some fatal shit.
