I challenge someone to do a Young MC version.
Ready...
Go.
You're on a mission, and you're wishin'
Someone could cure your need for fistin'.
You're lookin' for love in all the wrong places,
Fistin' girls with ugly faces.
From frustration, first inclination,
Is to become a monk and leave the fist station.
But every dark ass has a lighter hope,
So don't fist yourself with a bar of soap.
Some guys are fistin', so you chipped in,
Could care less about the five guys you slipped in.
Theater gets dark just to start the show,
When you spot a fine woman sittin' in your row
She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello,
Come sit next to me you fist fellow."
You run over there and find out she's a dude
And what comes next,
HEY FIST A DUDE!