You want rhymes and lines
Hell, there's rhymes within my rhymes
Like a slow roll show to win that dime
Shove the chips my way as I get paid
You know I'm always game to play
I don't need aces or even a set
Bluffing you with my rhymes
Man, you ain't seen nothing yet
Tell me, what game do you wanna play next
Grab the dice, give 'em a roll
Just remember, fortune favors the bold
So let them fly, let them rip
There's just no end to the rhymes I spit
The games was always mine
Time for you to quit