This is Why I Kick Your Ass

I've written more than most can say,
I wrote a hundred page screenplay.
When I was young I swallowed grass,
and this is why I kick your ass.

With poetry my voice is grand
Things will happen as they're planned
I'll see you when I'm out of class,
and this is why I kick your ass.

I spoke for Martin Luther King
I talked about that identity thing
I see through people as if they're glass
and this is why I kick your ass.

I play guitar like David Grohl,
My enemies don't run - they crawl.
You might think this poem is crass
But still, it's why I kick your ass.

I BS papers like a pro
When I walk it's in slo-mo
Momentum's velocity times mass
And this is why I kick your ass.

I look so hot that I melt rocks
Knock knock, who's there? off go your socks.
I'm not a colonel, I've got no brass
But I know how to kick your ass.

Compared to me, your life is trash
Step back or I'll burn you to ash
My taste in art can't be surpassed
And this is why I kick your ass.