Bocce

Mmh, In the rubble, I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
Mmh, In the rubble, I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-

I play Bocce with the boys
Every Wednesday by my auntie’s candy shop
Roll me out 'n the court, popped on puppy endorphins, check the toss
Ask the boys, call me trendy, they’ll still flaunt me like I’m class
I’m a worthy opponent
Bright and early, I’m bowling
Pack your bags

I own this gig, kid
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Do you know how to play Bocce?
Do you think you’re up to par?
I learned the land before you pigs did
Do I look like I’m scared of death?
Bitch, I know how to play Bocce
I can see your fucking breath

(It goes like)

Mmh, In the rubble, I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
Mmh, In the rubble, I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-