Inner Fight

I move with such grace.

We know that is a lie.

Shut up unless you want a taste.

Of what pie?

No of fist bitch.

Yeah I would like to see that.

Hey well keep throwing that pitch,

And I'll knock you out of the park.

Well I think you should stand pat,

And try to stick with the facts.

Aight watch while I tear this sup like a shark.

Just don't end up like the Skins QB, sacked.

I'm a stumbler,

Word mumbler,

Not no football fumbler,

Like Stephen Davis.

I rent my help out like Mavis,

But with no charge.

Some people think my heart so large,

But in my mind that's a farce,

Because they don't know my cause,

Is to make me happy.

I hate my pappy,

And I can be a dick if you piss me off,

I'll hit just to hear you cough.

My face gets tight,

And it takes all my might,

To not start a fight.

You better watch for the right,

If I do go off and lose my keel,

Cause it will take time to heal.

You bet believe,

I go thoughts up my sleeve,

But they not for you,

Even if you think they should be to.