i'll read you poetry i'll tell you what I know to be
true
i'll make a sentimental observation about the moon

i'll kiss you so that you could think that kisses are
sublime
but i won't spend a penny 'cause

all that you're worth is my time

i got this relationship with songfight we go way back

and we never broke up but months'll go by when I don't
call back
and songfight's on my answering machine crying, drunk

on a weeknight
begging me just to sneak by
i keep bypassing the fashionable titles,

unbridling beats this thick plus dope recital
only once per blue moon, coincidental with a typhoon
of votes in my favor and doom

for any rival of romantic intent
no matter how I treat her songfight loves me best
even though I never once took her someplace nice

all i ever gotta do is look her deep in the eyes
open up the trap, let the romance flow
and mc frontalot has got her good to go


i come from the old school of the song fight where you
must win

it wasn't polite back then to talk about what band
who's in
just get in the ring and it had better sound a little

like you know how to sing
or else what you wasting my time for?
i don't get like "free internet"

my bandwidth's limited
i mean in steaddd of this, I could be fishing for pr0ns
in my mind when I consider not clicking

this list of your lame $$# eight times cause you're
that tricky
and nobody knocks twice for these songs you tape

except by mistake, and hit escape
then again I love every single worthless last one of
you

you're like a bottomless drain for my invective to
funnel through
and you can call her every week, you won't win the

heart
songfight was frontalot's (when?) from the start


now for the rest of you song fight types up long nights
trying to get the solo right, hope somebody on the
boards is nice

holds your hand, says it's okay that front always wins
that your song isn't necessarily shallow and thin
like one of the rest of you said in the review thread

hoping to earn songfight's love and respect
nevertheless, the actual fact of the situation
songfight is stingier than I am, and she's patient

she waits when she has to for frontalot to come
endures bunk songs that would knock many wooees numb
but not my songfight, she's ever vigilant

i stick my tongue in her butthole and wiggle it
even though i call her up collect for phone sex
mc front jumps the line, comes next

and all y'all with your big bouquets could wait out
here
while i whisper sweet nothing rhymes

up in her ear, never you fear songfight
i'm holding you dear