Slick (patel's song)

[Ramona:] It was football season, and for some reason all the little jocks wanted me Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town So we joined forces and took them all down We brawled and scrapped, fought for hours Nothing could beat Matthew's mystical powers We only kissed once. After a week and a half, I told him to hit the showers [Scott:] Hey wait, mystical powers? [Matthew:] You'll pay for this, Flowers! If you want to fight me You're not the brightest You won't know what hit you In the slightest Me and my fireballs My demon hipster chicks (Tell 'em, Matty) I'm talkin' the talk Cause I know I'm slick (S-l-ick) Fireball girls Take this sucker down (Down) We'll show him What we're all about [Scott:] That doesn't even rhyme! [Matthew:] This is impossible How can this be? [Scott:] Open your eyes Maybe you'll see