Slipping ‘round corners and hanging from ledges
Stepping over bound’ries and betting all my hedges
I point my fingers and I tattle my tails
And my slick wit — it rarely, if ever, fails
You don’t even start to phase me,
I’ve seen your kind before
Bring in on, you amateur,
‘Cause I’m coming back for more
I know how to fall so I can get up again
I’ll cheat, if I have to, so I can win
You want some, boy? You’ll go down too (‘Cause)
I’m faster, I’m smarter, I’m better than you
You could never, ever phase me,
I’ve beat better than you
You’d better think before you tangle,
Whatchya gonna do?
If it seems like you’re ahead, don’t get cocky
The road ahead is gonna get rocky
I won’t go quietly into the loser’s night
This ain’t over till I’ve won the fight
You won’t ever start to phase me,
I’ll last longer than you
Bring it on, ‘cause I’m faster, smarter,
And lots better than you
You stinking turd bastard.