Ras is calling me out!
The nerve, the impudence.
The lad can't just let it be done with.
But, no, right there, in the middle of the street.
He yelled my name while I was at the bar having a cool drink.
MARKO!! MARKOSPOON!!, I'm calling you out!
Well, i had just eaten and wanted a little nap, but I heard his mouth and I have to do what i have to do. Whip him again!
I booked the trip.
Now, some folks are gluttons for punishment.
I must dish it out again with both hands this time.
BAM, WHOP, POWEEE!! Get ready Ras, we will show all the world who's who.
You can run, but you can't hide!