Palms are getting sweaty
Tight fists are clenched
Legs turn to spaghetti
Armpits are drenched
We're gonna sort it out face-to-face man-to-man
On the court we cavort throwin' down with our hands
I recommend, dude, that you think before steppin'
My hand's a harpoon (a whale-hunting weapon)
It's a fight to the finish and you're finished for sure
I wrote the book; you just read the brochure
You try the crescendo, should I be impressed?
That's a pretty cool move for a guy in a dress
You throw down some scissors, I whip out my rock
You try bustin' granite, I throw paper to block
Throw your hands in the air, let me hear ya holla
Rock, Paper, Paper, Fistfull of dollars!
Rock, paper, paper
Fistful of dollars!
Rock, paper, paper
Everyone holler!
You think you got me beat so you throw a denouement
But if I taste defeat, it's your house I'm gonna haunt
I keep throwin out bass, while your throwin out treble
Im gettin in your face, like a bad ass rebel
I take the upper hand, droppin paper dolls
You try to be a man, but ya aint got the balls
You're flailin all around, you're sloppier than mamwich
I nock your ass down with scissor sandwich
I got ya on the ropes I can see it's the end
Just like all the other dopes, I'm watching you bend
When the timing is right I see my chance
to end your night with an AVALANCHE!!!!!
(refrain)