***LYRICS *** I serve them bars In a German car (Audi)... Be rehearsing, no person I'm versus - yet.. Wouldn't be worth it... -My Verse is hard But your words subpar ... Even though you're working hard To earn a star (proudly) Open mic, is where you hope to fight But you gotta learn the art You girl is nervous (doubting) Got first of the month expenses Like your Rent You assured her the bag's secured on your end (As you search through her purses) ...It's none of my business So im sippin that lipton outta Kermit's jar No person on this Earth is perfect.. Yet I'm certain We're worlds apart... Your the furthest from my turf N' your disturbing Mars.. Im spacing out in a suburban yard Maybe someday you'll get your bread But the birds are Chirpin' The word is you're just a burden You've got no purpose (Like the insurgents I murdered) This aint coercion I dont prefer to make threats I usually reserve em' For those who fervently worship serpents But you're dead you twerp Dont be deferment Like the worm you are Burpin' bourbon Your slurring your words Now the worry kicks in, as your pissin your pants Unsure of the circumstance that you're in (Urine) Your karma is worse than ours Its hard as an Artist trying to find the words to start You're not first to starve But is it worth it, to work so hard? Better return to your guitar Pick on something Before you get picked apart