[Spoken] There's a new cherub in town [Buck 65] As I cross the finish line Holding on the handlebars With one hand the battle scars and rusted metal forks And the busted pedal vanishes Something wasn't normal there All the other campers were dressed up in formal wear And everybody's angry So I decide to form a story Keep a low profile, and try to find the dormitory Thinking I was too late, I asked my room mate about the jackets and dress pants And he said "The best chance to stay out of trouble, ain't a heavy task at all Be at the gym at 9, for the first game of basketball Otherwise, you could be collecting dead animals around the campsite By kerosene lamplight Just like them guys in tuxedos, it's a ripoff So whatever you do, just be in time for the tip-off" God in heaven dead animals? There was a horrifying silence Now I'm not the type to be glorifying violence But I'm gonna get physical like Olivia Newton blasting off to oblivion Shooting if I got to
It's game time right, and I'm rockin' the spot, shot-blockin' and whatnot You know, me and my team were controlling the fourth quarter I gotta piece of the rock and no guards were patrolling the north border But instead of dunking, I jump back, give myself a kiss, pull up from 12th and miss Game over We put one in the win column But I'm scratching my head like I got some sort of skin problem Feeling like a sleazy punk I could have had the easy dunk Jesus f**ing Christ why didn't I dunk it? All the players hit the showers, so did the referee Everybody left the gymnasium, except for me I stayed behind for a good 20 minutes Maybe 24 to slam a whole whole bunch of times, and many more Just to show improvement to myself until it goes on for long enough And when I finally went to put my clothes on... A message written on a piece of paper from a notebook saying "put this on" With a tuxedo on the coat-hook in the locker was there