What´s up whore?
Is your vagina sore?
I threw my dices and you were one.
I got six, I won and I took a gun.
Quickly I pull it from my pocket
and it triggered like a rocket.
There was blood and shit and brains all over.
I shook my head and I was sober.
I kissed my gun and thanked it too.
I left the building like Presley used to do.