i'll read you poetry i'll tell you what I know to be 
true
i'll make a sentimental observation about the moon
i'll kiss you so that you could think that kisses are 
sublime
but i won't spend a penny 'cause
all that you're worth is my time

i got this relationship with songfight we go way back
and we never broke up but months'll go by when I don't 
call back
and songfight's on my answering machine crying, drunk 
on a weeknight
begging me just to sneak by
i keep bypassing the fashionable titles,
unbridling beats this thick plus dope recital
only once per blue moon, coincidental with a typhoon
of votes in my favor and doom
for any rival of romantic intent
no matter how I treat her songfight loves me best
even though I never once took her someplace nice
all i ever gotta do is look her deep in the eyes
open up the trap, let the romance flow
and mc frontalot has got her good to go

i come from the old school of the song fight where you 
must win
it wasn't polite back then to talk about what band 
who's in
just get in the ring and it had better sound a little
like you know how to sing
or else what you wasting my time for?
i don't get like "free internet"
my bandwidth's limited
i mean in steaddd of this, I could be fishing for pr0ns
in my mind when I consider not clicking
this list of your lame ass eight times cause you're 
that tricky
and nobody knocks twice for these songs you tape
except by mistake, and hit escape
then again I love every single worthless last one of 
you
you're like a bottomless drain for my invective to 
funnel through
and you can call her every week, you won't win the 
heart
songfight was frontalot's (when?) from the start

now for the rest of you song fight types up long nights
trying to get the solo right, hope somebody on the 
boards is nice
holds your hand, says it's okay that front always wins
that your song isn't necessarily shallow and thin
like one of the rest of you said in the review thread
hoping to earn songfight's love and respect
nevertheless, the actual fact of the situation
songfight is stingier than I am, and she's patient
she waits when she has to for frontalot to come
endures bunk songs that would knock many wooees numb
but not my songfight, she's ever vigilant
i stick my tongue in her butthole and wiggle it
even though i call her up collect for phone sex
mc front jumps the line, comes next
and all y'all with your big bouquets could wait out 
here
while i whisper sweet nothing rhymes
up in her ear, never you fear songfight
i'm holding you dear