[Spoken]
There's a new cherub in town

[Buck 65]
As I cross the finish line
Holding on the handlebars
With one hand the battle scars and rusted metal forks
And the busted pedal vanishes
Something wasn't normal there
All the other campers were dressed up in formal wear
And everybody's angry
So I decide to form a story
Keep a low profile, and try to find the dormitory
Thinking I was too late, I asked my room mate about the jackets and dress pants
And he said "The best chance to stay out of trouble, ain't a heavy task at all
Be at the gym at 9, for the first game of basketball
Otherwise, you could be collecting dead animals around the campsite
By kerosene lamplight
Just like them guys in tuxedos, it's a ripoff
So whatever you do, just be in time for the tip-off"

God in heaven dead animals?

There was a horrifying silence
Now I'm not the type to be glorifying violence
But I'm gonna get physical like Olivia Newton blasting off to oblivion
Shooting if I got to
It's game time right, and I'm rockin' the spot, shot-blockin' and whatnot
You know, me and my team were controlling the fourth quarter
I gotta piece of the rock and no guards were patrolling the north border
But instead of dunking, I jump back, give myself a kiss, pull up from 12th and miss
Game over
We put one in the win column
But I'm scratching my head like I got some sort of skin problem
Feeling like a sleazy punk
I could have had the easy dunk

Jesus Fucking Christ why didn't I dunk it?

All the players hit the showers, so did the referee
Everybody left the gymnasium, except for me
I stayed behind for a good 20 minutes
Maybe 24 to slam a whole whole bunch of times, and many more
Just to show improvement to myself until it goes on for long enough
And when I finally went to put my clothes on...
A message written on a piece of paper from a notebook saying "put this on"
With a tuxedo on the coat-hook in the locker was there