A danger rap I maked for Mike Sirois' training montage before he murk Rick Carlisle in table tennis.
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Paddle in the right, gripped tight, hiz left hand
Rock a sweatband, the “THF” brand
Bow to the great one, you're less than
Look him in the eye, you're az good az dead, man
Your best planz goin' out the window
Serve anybody who be doubtin' him, yo
MIKE SIROIS, the head iz gleamin'
If you beat him, you can bet you're dreamin'
They ain't named him “Dennis”
But he'z a major menace in this table tennis
I hope you ate your spinach
The King of Pong'z in the building, bring it on
A phenom, the man'z just hittin' hiz peak
And you finna meet bitter defeat
Yo, the only thing sicker than Sneak on the mic
Iz Sirois, boy the kid iz a freak
Don't swim in the deep end, that shark iz waitin'
And you ain't got the heart to face him
Hey M! Go win this game, then
Let'z all get baked till we outer spacin'
It ain't super gay, man, Jake'z mistaken
I'll roll him a J and blaze him
It would take a nation to hold him back
Sirois'z like the coldest cat
On that table you're overmatched
Like tryin' to battle Double-H when your flow iz wack
Now go grow a sack
Or take your hopeless ass home while your dome'z intact
We both roll with cash
And bring that BEWM to the room, how dope iz that?