Don't you know that when it goes your way,
you're supposed to take the moment and not throw away,
the lessons in the seconds because I know one day,
you’ll be living way too deep in the lowest place.
With no where to go,
and you’ll show the hate,
the struggles and mistakes on your lonely face.
If your mother didn’t bake such a phony cake,
then you could’ve ate it too,
but you chose to waste.
And you chose your fate.
So you can go and wait,
for a bone to be used, and then thrown your way.
You abuse the whole road to the holy gates.
You can never throw me cause I'm always great.
And since you live below me then your home is grave.
I'm sick of your bologna,
man I'm only steak.

*A cut above the rest of the *lowly snakes,
hated by most for these coldest traits.