Picking on me, you just couldn't see
What a big mess it was going to be
But I still don't mind taking you on
'Cause you are still wrong.
You are not the King of the generation
You are just a clown in frustation
When you laugh at me I bid my time
'Cause this era's still mine.
Talk about my failures all you want
You think I am out, as you rant
It only helps me focus on my aim
'Cause I am still in game.
You think to win you gotta push me down
But when I come back, you're only left to frown
I am not your ligature, but you are not believing
'Cause you are still bleeding.
When I win, you say" Every dog has his day!"
When you win, you say" Oh, what a loser you are, I must say!"
So I swear I will listen no more
'Cause you're still licking the floor.
Tell me how much about me you know?
Am I the loser when you're the one giving the cheap blow?
Am I the pilferer when you put up a low show?
'Cause what I am, you still don't know.
You said you looked up to me
And now you say you wanna be free
Bad situations always made you, wanting to flee
'Cause you are still a wannabe.
Leave whenever you start fainting
When you come back I'll be still standing
Perhaps then we can have a man-to-man fight
'Cause beating you is still a delight.
Why keep pretending when you time is done?
Pack your bags, it's time for you to run
Less time to spare, when there's a lot for the picking
'Cause your time's still ticking.
Let's give it a shot, I'll give you headstart
End this now and race to the last
But perhaps when you lose you will start pretending
'Cause for you, there is still no ending
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