Parody - Harsh Lyrics

When you sat on the table
You made it unstable
Then you asken for cables
Boy your clothes is from staples

You think you is cute
Cuz you playin the flute
Your angles obtuse
It's never acute

Listen I don't think that you ready
I see that your palms sweaty
Everything you do, I do it better
These lyrics is true, every last letter

You say you gonna wait and see how you Turn out
But we already know that you gonna Burn out

You never gonna make it far
You only get the exhaust pipe in your moms car

You obsessed with me get of my case
Cuz boy you ain't got no taste
Listen I just won the race
So try to keep up with the pace

This is a test
It's like a quest
It ain't even a contest
So hit me with your best
Let's see how you do next
I just left you perplexed

But you probably don't know what that means
So let's go ahead and keep it clean
Or I'll make you spill the beans
But your forgetting one thing this is in my genes
Boy how old are you thirteen

I ain't got no studder
My flow is so smooth it's like dawn butter
I was with your mother
And I didn't use rubber
Give it bout 8 month and you an older brother