Touchdown

I never been so confident, competition lopsided If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile Run it, run it I'm the quarterback If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past Maybe punt it or something My passes pouring down It's getting sorta nasty Becoming automatic They got too many bad habits, and I wreak way to much havoc No wonder we're clashing You birds, and I'm magic, it's tragic, the fact is, I've had it I've had it up to here with your blabbing I didn't stutter, but I think you lagging Only way I talk to you to find out where the trash is I gotta find some fuel to burn if I'm a really blast off I can't crash, I didn't get a masters like my dad did Life some bull-shit, I got one hand on the saddle Never rattled, I been taught to handle cattle I don't panic when I'm riding into battle It's my advantage, you don't wanna make me, slam the paddle I don't dabble in anything, I own it We're taking over by Twenty-Six, you know it I only got one shot at this, not blowing it They all tell me to tone it down, but none of 'em voters They don't know how this works, but I'm fixing to show 'em I never been so confident, competition lopsided If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile Run it, run it I'm the quarterback If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past Maybe punt it or something My passes pouring down It's getting sorta nasty Becoming automatic I don't know how to tell you buddy, but we're not buddies Come within a football field of me, and end up bloody You'd be lucky if a broken neck was all you suffered Maybe though, at least then, you'd take your mouth and shut it It's so funny how you all act puzzled, like you loved me You all made me want to kill myself, you're not my brothers Maybe 'cuz you said to kill yourself? You never shut up What'd you think when Justin killed himself? You didn't shut up! Fuck you! I lowered my walls, I loved you You threw away all of it Fuck you I'm ready to call this shit, Touchdown I'm rising in prominence, I'm up now Headed towards dominance, you mundane, abominable garbage I'm unchained, unstoppable, pardon me I guess I never felt this good before I never been so confident, competition lopsided If you don't push me to violence, I promise I won't be violent I'm a pick 'em up and put 'em all in a little pile They never listened up, so I'm a do it all with a smile Run it, run it I'm the quarterback If you don't love it, you can go and take a tour of the past Maybe punt it or something My passes pouring down It's getting sorta nasty Becoming automatic