I wake early on my sideGo to find who's knocking on the doorTrying to get in the courtThey try to practice in order to defeat meSo I leave but I creep up to the balconyTo study my feedI find out where they're weak
The clock's tickingThe match will beginSo sit down I'll draw you a picture of how I will winAnd I will destroy youIt's just something that I'm inclined to doYou're on my warpathYou're on my warpathSo let's beginEven though we know there's no chance in hell that you're going to winI'll let you start the serve to ease your nervesI know you find my attire absurdYour sweat is soaking up the courtThe ball is hot but so am IYour time will come to an end before I am dryYour stench is stinking up the courtThis match is coming down to a closeYour time is over, are you surprised?You're falling downFatigued and depletedI knew that your ranking was so overratedNo match for my game and you couldn't believe itYour time has come to an endYou couldn't believe your game was deadBut I knew it the moment that you stepped out on the courtYou need a second to catch your breathI wrote you a note for you to give to your friendsIt saysYou're fucking next
So get the fuck off my court
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