He thinks he's the best,
the one who never thought he's the stupid-est,
with foolish reasoning, twice removed from reality.
A loud voice he makes, thinking that knees would fall before him.
An ass you wanted to beat, if only rules would close its eyes and allow me to bring up the heat,
"Hold up, he'll be gone soon." F*ck that voice.
Guess I'll be counting days to tame these knees and elbows,