Dull Pencil

Any guy messin’ with my best friend,
I got a dull pencil ready ’round the bend.
Ain’t sharp enough to hurt, ain’t pointy at all —
But I’ll poke his ego till it finally falls.

Chorus
I got a dull pencil for the dudes actin’ tough,
Tryin’ to play games like they’re made of big stuff.
It won’t cut skin, won’t leave a mark —
But I’ll jab his pride like a Walmart cart.

Verse 2
He comes in braggin’, thinkin’ he’s slick,
I’m standin’ there twirlin’ my pencil like, “Pick a trick.”
He says he’s loyal — I laugh real slow,
“Boy, this pencil’s dull, but your lies ain’t though.”

Chorus
I got a dull pencil for the dudes actin’ tough,
Tryin’ to play games like they’re made of big stuff.
It won’t cut skin, won’t leave a mark —
But I’ll jab his pride like a Walmart cart.

Bridge
He said, “Why you carry that thing?”
I said, “To remind you she ain’t fallin’ for no clown fling.”
He backed up quick, lookin’ confused —
That dull pencil got him spiritually bruised.

Final Chorus
I got a dull pencil, and I ain’t afraid —
To wave it at any man who thinks he’s self‑made.
Mess with my best friend, you’ll see me grin —
With my dull little pencil and a whole lotta sin.

Country, Female Vocals