slap the beats get to the strait dick a stranger tamer i arrange the games played my way i choose them the egg and then the hen perspective respect it i'm wired to expire i tax the whacks they got bigger better guns hired i defy deftly shaking the blow below me many thing some drink away the spirits some are quick on their feet blow me holy tony signed paper and pen pencil me in i play the game some attend the show im cool as a cucumber laid bear on the floor no holds barred i reach farther go harder than a man missing a father so i ball up fill the cup they call i want it back black as black slammin the piece down chess checkers hecklers costantly biting at my knee kneel i play and win big games yes i do rightfully so sow up the lip the white takes over my indian land i relax get a lap dance or a japan massage either way im getting off peace