Is That All You Got?
I know it's not, that's why I used to respect you
But you turned on me because your paranoia makes you think I neglect you
Well hear this, I hereby detest, and thus, reject you
You finally went for the throat and that was the last straw
Enjoy the top, for it's not only lonely, but a long fall
And I didn't hear last call; i'm only quiet because i'm trying to ignore y'all
I've toppled the NY bar and marathon, do you really think this is my wall?
What more can you do to me when there is nothing more you can do to me?
Your playbook is old; please do something new to me
I'll admit you are a nag, I'll give you that, you're sorta like a flu to me
So please ... go right ahead and be rude to me;
seriously, do your best... be downright outrageous, nasty and lude to me
Have your day, get lean, for I promise one day soon you'll be food to me
Yes, I said I'll eat you; I'll even smile when I greet you
You'll need that because your friends won't know how to treat you
What friends? Oh, right - those people who fear and secretly encourage me to defeat you
They'll be there, yeah... to sow and reap you
I'm merely the typist, but this is written by we the people, yes the people who peep you
Your days are numbered, old friend, it is time for the oppressed to be unencumbered
But you turned on me because your paranoia makes you think I neglect you
Well hear this, I hereby detest, and thus, reject you
You finally went for the throat and that was the last straw
Enjoy the top, for it's not only lonely, but a long fall
And I didn't hear last call; i'm only quiet because i'm trying to ignore y'all
I've toppled the NY bar and marathon, do you really think this is my wall?
What more can you do to me when there is nothing more you can do to me?
Your playbook is old; please do something new to me
I'll admit you are a nag, I'll give you that, you're sorta like a flu to me
So please ... go right ahead and be rude to me;
seriously, do your best... be downright outrageous, nasty and lude to me
Have your day, get lean, for I promise one day soon you'll be food to me
Yes, I said I'll eat you; I'll even smile when I greet you
You'll need that because your friends won't know how to treat you
What friends? Oh, right - those people who fear and secretly encourage me to defeat you
They'll be there, yeah... to sow and reap you
I'm merely the typist, but this is written by we the people, yes the people who peep you
Your days are numbered, old friend, it is time for the oppressed to be unencumbered
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