Bocce

[Chorus]

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—

[Verse]

I play Bocce with the boys

Every Wednesday by my auntie's candy shop

Roll me out in the court

Pop them 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

[Chorus]

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—