Dead Wrong

Ok, so I'm dead wrong and thinking about what I did

It was so wild, just like Corbett

You are a fuddy-duddy, better than my explicit buddy

Impermeable to enemies, call me Benzene

A mediocre without God complex and a time machine

Bereft of the reservoir, I am bête noire

A nerd with a bumped knee, accused of blasphemy

My lorgnette has loosened, I am as good as blind Penurious past of penetrating pine

Meretricious I am just like a mannequin

Mutating outlaws with a palm-full of specimen

You might be thinking it is useless what I am doing

But it is the sine qua non, just think, I ain't suing

Defamation is my goal, the path is delirious

You are being roasted, you are hot and furious

Ok, so one two three here I go again

You know me better than just critiquing my pen game Start the turbojet, I bet you'll sweat

In debt, hardly slept, melee kept

In my set which I let be implicit

Water wet in a waterbed, coroner's pet An undergraduate with a violet marionette

You are similar vis-à-vis me

Now that's what's iffy.

You are a moron with a violent song

You are thinking of me as some B.I.G who doesn't belong

Guess what? You are dead wrong.

By: Armaan Yusuf