Fools think they can beat me
There's clowns sidelong the left of me
Doormats think one day they'll be me
But man I love to bite!
Bite me, bitch, come taste the sun
Damage wrought, no damage undone
Slice, cut, snip now that one's for fun
Blinky, Welshy, whatever the name you know Elian's the one!
Meet your maker, tinker, tailor
Ahoy there, sailor, now don't you dare run!
Creative juice is like pussy to me
Dripping all down like it's the fucking sea
See, see, see the light now no player's like me
I don't see you, nah, I don't see me
I'm high, flying free!
Man you ain't all right you know
So correct me if I'm wrong
Flaws make me vulnerable nah my mind's still strong
You may lick the mold in here
Yeah you're a growing pong
Think you can claim my intel; man..
You can lick my dong!
Fools sidelong the left of me
But man I love it when they bite
Tabletop sight up here we can see the fight
Placement of my feet deters these players with their so called might
Man I love these fools who bite
These bitches crane and diss my height
I'm laughing at their nippy bite
Claiming allsorts think they're right
Throwing stones and talking shite
But man I love these crazy fools
Battering wind to bitesize kite
Man I love these rusty tools
When they think they see and down comes night
