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