Witty lyrics on this one… some pretty good insults like:

• You look easy to draw. 😂
• You’re the Monday of people… 🤣
• I envy the people who haven’t met you yet,
  Anyone who’s loved you lives with regret 😬🔥

Song is About

A boastful dismissal of a weak opponent, emphasizing the singer’s superior experience and resilience to insults, rendering the challenger’s attempts at offense utterly insignificant.

Worse by Better

Featured on Album: Box of Blown Mind (2025)

Verse 1
Step into the ring, swinging your stale lines,
But you’re out of your depth, wasting my time.
Your words are confetti, they scatter and fade,
While I’m steel-cut sharp, a custom-made blade.
Wisdom chases you, but you’re just too fast,
Your relevance fades while I leave you surpassed.

Pre-Chorus
Bring your best shot, I’ve seen it before,
Your insults are echoes, I’ve settled that score.

Chorus
I’ve been called worse by better, so take a seat,
Your weak little burns can’t bring the heat.
That would hurt my feelings if I valued your opinion,
But you’re a footnote in someone else’s vision.

Verse 2
You’re a paper tiger, roaring real loud,
But even whispers from me silence the crowd.
You look easy to draw, your lines so plain,
A sketch of a person with nothing to gain.
You’re the Monday of people, all dread, no spark,
Just dragging the room down with your hallmark.

Pre-Chorus
Think you’re savage? You’re swinging at air,
Your words try to cut, but I don’t even care.

Chorus
I’ve been called worse by better, don’t get it confused,
Your dull little jabs leave me amused.
That would hurt my feelings if I valued your opinion,
But you’re background noise in my dominion.

Bridge
I’ve danced with devils, written their play,
Carved my throne from the games they obey.
I envy the people who haven’t met you yet,
Anyone who’s loved you lives with regret.
You call it a fight? You’re not in my class,
I shatter the mirror while you polish the glass.

Final Chorus
I’ve been called worse by better, I’ve stood with the greats,
Your empty threats don’t carry the weight.
That would hurt my feelings if I valued your opinion,
But I’ve risen higher; you’re not worth a mention.

Outro
So pack up your pride, tuck it away,
You lost this fight before you stepped in the fray.
Anyone who has ever loved you was wrong,
And now it’s your turn to just move along.
I’ve been called worse by better, I’ve seen it all,
And you? You’re just tomorrow’s forgotten call.