Hook: Can’t fight back in discussions
I give a bad retort
Conversations get heated
“That was so dumb, it don’t deserve repeating”

That was a bad retort…

Verse 1: The gift of gab is evasive
I try a bad retort
Recitation, “your face is”
And it might help, to picture them all naked
Do you even think that is persuasive?
Would it be wrong? Would it be right?
If I say “yo mom” tonight?
Chances are that I might
Litigation’s beyond sight
And I’m contemplating lingui-cide

Chorus: Cuz I’m losing this fight
Insults don’t bite
Wishing somebody would feed me a line
Comebacks are light
Close, but not quite
Wishing somebody would feed me a line

Verse 2: I didn’t realize how insults had grew
‘Til it was too late, and now I’m battling you
Funny, “wearing Jew dreadlocks” and “humping an ewe”
My response is, “I’m rubber, your glue”
Insults flying, now they’re at my mother
No shield for myself
And much less for my mother
Hopin’ that is enough, and now we can be civil
Hearing nothing but libel and sniffles

Chorus: Cuz I’m losing this fight
Lose it each time
Nothing much better will enter my mind
Maybe I’ll try
Let a quip fly
“Guess somebody’s pant are on fire!”

Bridge: This game’s not right
You’ve crossed a line
Not funny and I’m crying…
I’m crying…
I’m crying…
I’m crying…
I’m crying…
I… can’t… go… on… speaking… this… way

Hook: My comebacks are the weakest
Each one’s a bad retort
Provocation’s not needed
Won’t say too much, cuz yo momma’s got feelings!
This is so wrong, it is not right!
I won’t take a single jibe
Chances are, you just might
Denigration’s not type
I’m not contemplating it this time

Chorus: Cuz I’m winning this fight
Keep my mouth tight
Wish somebody’d just tell me that’s fine
Winning this fight
Being so kind
Wish somebody’d just tell me that’s fine
Not gonna fight
Not one bad line
Not running and not crying

Outro: I won’t go on speaking this way!
Won’t go on!
Speaking this way!
Have no good lines!