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