Calling out your game,
Pretty bit of flesh with just a name,
I've that you expected me to fall in line,
Swollen head built up with fake complements that hold no weight,
How's that for some sweet flattery?
Boasting a lucky face,
While I'm holding it to the flame,
Roasting away your vile smile,
Check the eyelids,
They're full of wasted Iris without a gaze,
So what does it amount to?