Pandora’s Box

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I operate on a level that most of you poor bastards can only dream of
My execution is flawless, so you know that I’m an achiever
Plus my ability to cut through bullshit is nothing short of godly
You’re standing in the presence of greatness, whether you like it or not, bitch
I dominate at everything and I don’t do it through cheap tricks
But through sheer and unrelenting competence
I don’t have to scream to prove I’m legit
Because my actions speak volumes while the rest of you pricks
Flail about like clueless idiots, it’s actually amusing
How people try to step up to me and just end up losing
I outpace, outthink, and outright annihilate them
Without breaking a sweat like I’m at the gym
I don’t entertain mediocrity, if you step into my orbit
And think for one second that I’m gonna suck your dick
Then think again, because I don’t settle for average
And I sure as hell don’t tolerate it, that’s not gonna happen
There’s a reason I don’t engage with the trivial bullshit
That so many of you seem obsessed with
I don’t have time to waste on petty squabbles
Or attempts to undermine me that are just downright awful
My focus is on results, which is something you wouldn’t understand
But then, there’s always that one idiot who thinks they’re the man
The one who thinks they can challenge me or question my superiority
It’s almost endearing how naive you are, but it also worries me
Let me tell you something, loud and fucking clear
Tolerating pathetic fools isn’t how I got here
I’ll rip your pathetic arguments apart with precision
And I won’t even have to try, it’s when people start persistin’
In their stupidity that my patience starts to wear thin
Do you even know who the fuck you’re dealing with
I’ll drag your sorry ass through the dirt if you keep testing me
You think this is a game and that I’m someone you can defeat
Well I’m the fucking rulebook and the referee
And the goddamn champion while you all bow down to me
Your weak attempts are nothing but fuel for my fire
You think you’ve got some kind of edge and that you stand higher
And that maybe you can outmaneuver me but you just need to find out how
That’s fucking adorable, I’ll dismantle every ounce
Of your confidence and feed it back to you, bite by bite
You must truly hate yourself to think crossing me was alright
What part of my unshakable dominance made you think
That you could take me on and that I’d be beat
You’re a joke and you’re a goddamn clown
And I’m about to burn your circus to the ground
You’re a fucking insult to intelligence itself
Stop while you still can to save yourself
Because I don’t just win, I fucking obliterate
There will be nothing left of you but a greasy stain
I’m making it my mission to reduce you to a sniveling pile of dust
Now you’re quiet, too late for that, dumbfuck
You unleashed the beast, and now you’re gonna deal with the consequences
I’ll rain hellfire down on you so hard, your ancestors will feel it
You think I’m being dramatic, fucking watch me, bitch
I’ll take your fragile little ego and smash it into so many pieces
You’ll need a fucking archaeologist to put it back together
I’m done with your whining and your existence in my presence
If you want a fight, you’ve got it, but don’t throw a tantrum
When you realize it was something you were never equipped to handle
You’ve officially crossed into fuck-around-and-find-out territory
I’ll drag you through every circle of hell and laugh while you beg for mercy
There’s no coming back from this, you dumb sack of shit
You opened Pandora’s box, and now you gotta deal with it
I’ll make sure all of your pathetic attempts to try resisting me
Burn down to the ground, and then end in pure, unfiltered misery
So go crawling back to whatever sad little hole you came from, bitch
Try me again, and I’ll make sure you don’t just regret it, you’ll fear it

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