Your words are venom
A threat to my life
No attempt to control them
You play with the knife

Aimed at my heart
You’re waiting to inject
Your deadly intentions
Not impossible to dissect

Why the backpedal
Did you truly expect
Me to lie down with no mettle
Honey, with all due respect

You’re not the first
To try to end this man
You know I’ve been through worse
But do your best if you can

I’ve seen through your act
I’m holding high ground
As a matter of fact
Take a look around

You’ve no leg to stand
No room to talk
No gall, no sand
You can’t walk the walk

I’ll make this perfectly clear
Loud enough for all to hear

You’re nothing but bile
Stinging our throats
Wear your fake smile
Sow your wild oats

This game is old
Your time is through
My hearts been sold
Lowest bidder

You.