The plot thickens, it's well written
The shots sick and this dude's never missing
By the end of the game lose their sh** it's fitting'Like Gus Fring
Blown up so quick then
Knock knock, whose there? It's the one who knocks
And he's sending shots with anger and bad thoughts
And he won't get caught, he won't get stopped
Fulminated mercury prepare to drop
Nets like Hank on the tank but thanks to smarter men
There's nothing to gain try harder but then when
They try to change their situation ends
Shoulda stuck to rocks as their only friends
Poor Pelicans, they're Jesse type lost
AD like Jane he's gona a heavy cost
It f**s with their brain it's sad to seem them crossed
But someone has to lose and the Heat are the boss