Now rocafella your floes are stupid you sound soft as if your were cupid/Now u saying your going to blow me up like the army brigade c'mon I'm going to play you like a card game and throw out on the field like a spade/If you don't no yet my floes are cold i'll have you standin' scared stiff as if you were a totem pole/u battling me is like Stephen King in "IT" you sound scared you would never make a hit so stop talking s*** because I'll slap u in your eye leaving u looking like slick Rick