The man behind the man who never sees anything under without reacting
The idol of a man's world
When I taught I had control over the issues you always put me down
In your high horse you always want to prove your supremacy
Oh my foolish idol
On your knees you will always be after few moments of the game you wanted
Ranting and vibrating is what you do before the game, but always loose before the game starts
You always make your temple uncomfortable when you are angry
That your temple go at lent just to please you
Yet you are never pleased or satisfied
Oh my sensitive idol
So sensitive that the touch of a woman brings out your wrath
You always want to win the game without playing the game
I call you an idol because your temple will remain restless until you are pleased