You’re still talking, still just yapping
Verbal masturbation, endless fapping
You can’t go undefeated forever
Your chances of winning are never
Learn to lose your arguments, buddy
Mudslinging became too damn muddy
You’re proven wrong time and again
Yet the conversation never really ends
You’ve got an army of straw men soldiers
Your childish tactics get older and older
Being loud is not the key to victory
But the key to friendships ending bitterly
Know when to shut your filthy pie hole
Lose gracefully, don’t cry your eyes cold
One of these days, they’ll drop the hammer
You’ll rot in the slammer, never again yammer
You’re fighting a battle you cannot win
As you wait for your sentence to begin
Defying the odds is not your strong suit
Especially in a cage with a hairy brute
What will it take to get through to you?
A body full of bruises so black and blue?
Is it a lifetime membership in the ICU?
Or a permanent home underneath the tomb?
I guess some people don’t want to change
Never improve their lives, stay deranged
I guess you can’t rehabilitate those types
A bullet to the skull, an end to your life
If you truly believe in reincarnation
Come back with an attitude of elation
Be grateful for your second chance
Or in hellfire is where you’ll dance
Learn to lose before you can’t turn back
Know your place in the hunting pack
