Lack of Aptitude Lack of Attitude

Why would you -- with me like that? My poetry is --ing gold, I flaunt it and you get jealous, Maybe since you’ve become shriveled and old, And never dare to be bold, You test me, Test me again, I’ll make you to be the fool you really are, Don’t doubt my words, I have an iron tongue, Behold the battle you have not won, You think you can defeat me? You’re ignorant; you’ll never beat me, You must crack that clay, That clay you’ve encased yourself in, Though you’ll never win, Not with that attitude, Not with the lack of aptitude, Don’t -- with me, You better believe, I am too far above you.