To All Those Talent Illusionist

don't fuck with me
I'll go all Bruce Lee
I'll kick your ass
send it to the grass

make a move pretty boy
I've been ugly all my life
so don't treat me like your toy
go ahead and get a knife

tell your mamma
I'll tell your pappa
he'll break you one
for being his son

I'm tired of all this phony shit
you all suck, even when you sit
patting each others on the back
counting money in a sack

am I the first to say this to you
should I go and hand you a noose
legions of fans marching to a beat
that's not even your's to repeat

you're a face to someone else's talent
I've got a full letter to send
your big smile and white teeth
a crowbar is all I need

don't fuck with me
I'll go all Bruce Lee
I'll kick your ass
send it to the grass

I put up with a lot
did what I was taught
but I've had enough
it's time for tough love

I'm not gonna do a dance off