Take a Number

(Self Control) Smiling faces, I have seen a few Biting my back with words untrue… Shot calling, big balling, what next I am still surviving as you continue to test. Say you’re hopping mad, how unfortunate; My blood should be boiling now, but instead I remain as cool as a cucumber… Holding up my head You still taunt and agitate wanting to rumble, I hope that is not all you have, for I would hate to see you tumble. Nor, have I desire to fumble; I am trying to remain humble… You see I have my eye on the prize This should come to you as no surprise. Still want a piece of me, then friend take a number… (Sometimes a little self-restraint can go a long way, yes)