Rule one: Never look a gift horse in the mouth
But the fact you did says a lot for you and who you are
How the years go by and you still got it out for me
But that's you, and all your bitterness and fucking jealousy

You pat yourself on the back while I beat my chest
Now can you guess who's the best?

I'll fall from grace and eventually all will fall into place
Eventually I'll fall from grace and eventually all will fall into place, eventually

Rule two: Never let the bullshit get to you
But the fact that you did makes it all the more true
Do you think at all of those you left in your wake?
I guess not, but that's your choice to make
I bet you'd like to see me fall on my face, or from grace

Just try to knock me out of the race
I bet you can't, so you'll just talk your shit anyway
I built this fortress to be heard and to be righteous with these words
I said be careful what you wish for
And kept all abreast of what's in store
Then you came, you saw, you left