Hare meets the new star

You ain't got nothing on me
You little rock star Phillistine
You drool, you twist, you bitter disgrace
No one cheers about your face
You raise your arms way to the east
And you're still a horrid beast
Those arms, you trust me, I will break
If nothing else, to prove your fake
Eyes said that you went physical
Mind said it was just typical
But you never said that to me
You little high brow busy bee
If you see how we came there
You're the star and I'm the hare
It's not a big thing or a twist
It's just a black hole through the mist
And if you lie again on promise
Beat that gory and be a novice
I will have to come to you
You little sad sorry dark blue