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BETTER THAN YOU

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 9, 2000, 01:50

Copyright © 2000 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


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.



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