There was a pickup game at 5
In Romper Applegate’s front drive
Applegate was muscular and tall
I knew my only chance was gonna be with the ball
First play of the game dribble dribble shot
The ball went through the middle of the pot
Then Romper got the ball and posted me up
He shot and it went through the middle of the cup
His mom came outside and said he had to go eat
It was not gonna be me who was gonna be beat
I made a crossover and he took the bait
He just risked his own fate
I took the j u m p e r
My eyes met with Romper’s
We both know I made the basket
And I laid him in the casket
He was as frozen as a garden gnome
So I just decided to hop on my bike and go home