I was challenged to "write outside the lines." This is as outside as I can get, I think...

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They say you’re mean, I’m rock steady.
This is sweet; you think you’re ready?
What? Hang it up? You gotta pay your dues.
‘Cause I’m cummin’ hard, aimin’ straight at you.
Damn, man! You must be stone insane.
Want me? Better bring your “A” game…
Let’s thrash it down.
If I was you, a bettin’ man,
I’d say, hold little mama’s hand.
Come on, Jack, look straight into my eyes.
Got your girlfriend’s lipstick between my thighs.
Drop our cards on the green table,
I don’t think you’re even able…
Let’s lay ‘em down.
Ace up your sleeve, sweat on your chest?
You know, you’re messin’ with the best.
School yard, look hard, out on trashed, stinkin’ street,
Ain’t no way, sucker, I’ll ever get beat.
Get over here, don’t try to hide…
It’s time to take you for a ride.
Let’s go on down.
Skin it back, dude, see what you got,
Show me why they say you’re so hot.
Need some action? Check it… got some right here.
Shut up, put up, maybe feed me some tears.
No, I ain’t afraid, come what may.
That’s right, got nothin’ else to say…
Let’s throw ‘em down.