Traitor you've underestatmated me greatly
Thus fire your bullets backwards because they're barely
Hitting target unless humour's target
You're humiliating yourselves
Making jokes at Appolo and cleaning Oscar shelves
Keep bluffing with your tripple threats
Because your mistress singing live with broadway sets
And truthfully I've got no regret
Her and I make the best duet
So hush your insolence
When in thy presence show reverence
Because despite your wrongful attempt
My status is tax-exempt