The Underground Casino

Hello hello! In time for the opening!

Quick quick! Inside people! If you want to play

The we better NOT get busted! (Gunshot)

The dice roll high

Our staff so sly

Say sorry to the losing guy

Out of chips? More you can buy!

Gamble your cash

No need to clash

This ain’t a fight no need to slash

Please don’t smash

I just cleaned don’t trash

You can smoke there’s trays for ash

Don’t tell the cops we have a fent stash!

When we see the cops we must dash!

Good way to distract us to flash!

Not your dick or tits but light!

From a flashlight not a feather

That could easily weather

And not like leather

That’s altogether

I don’t care whether!

I’m your Bellwether!

Come on! All of us together!

Roulette spins round , round and round

The slots go Ching when jack pots won!

Drunk guy stampeded on the ground-ownd!

The whole casinos just a con!

Table of Black Jack

Black man named jack

Quick snack

Was packed

Cul-de-sac

Attack

Maniac

No backpack

Double back

Ransacked

Card Stack

Hijack

Then sidetrack

By sound track

Gives feedback

Heart arrest cardiac

Shock to the back

Energy it did lack

His body now slack

It’s the end of his track…

Roulette spins round , round and round

The slots go Ching when jack pots won!

Drunk guy stampeded on the ground-ownd!

The whole casinos just a con!

Watch the chips go up

Drink out your cup

Continue talking no need to shut

Only doing this for my buttercup

Honeybuns I rack in the dough

Buy her a bow

A ball to through

For the dogs low

Beating people like po

Beat them with my pinkie toe

No chance have my foes

So on the heaven boat they row

Most likely he’ll though

If they’re fighting good ol Mr. gorgo

To early no words like yo

I mean I think so

Hey you! Stop no!

Eh’ not my job but it’s yours moe!

Roulette spins round , round and round

The slots go Ching when jack pots won!

Drunk guy stampeded on the ground-ownd!

The whole casinos just a con!

Now watch the tv pick Bruce Lee

Another bet loss by Ms. Stacy

She’s now writing hate letters to MTV

About the dumb pick and without me

You know what? Screw the year

Let’s time travel with our beer

And we’ll drink and drink till we form tears

So let’s stay together, all of us, peers!

Let’s go round and shake our rears!

All as one, everything fears!

And also try to wiggle your ears!

So how bout’ I confess!

I’ll say the rest!

The! Casino! Is! Ri—! (Gunshots)

Roulette spins round , round and round

The slots go Ching when jack pots won!

Drunk guy stampeded on the ground-ownd!

The whole casinos just a con!

Roulette spins round , round and round

The slots go Ching when jack pots won!

Drunk guy stampeded on the ground-ownd!

The whole casinos just a con!

Ughh… I’m dying…

“Mr. Gorgo has been shot

This was his last shot

He should have never put all his gold in one pot

He loved, the bright casino a lot…”