Dicing in back room I'm apprising,
Cranky some doubles hit the tray,
Might be an earthquake turn them rightin',
I see my dimes all gone away.

Don't throw down tonight,
If you lose you'll piss your wife,
There in back room tossin' dice.

I hear some winnin' came from blowin',
Onto the bones before they're threwn.
I feel shivers as I'm throwin',
What be the choice I wage could ruin.

I'll thrown down tonight,
Toss a round and hope it's rife,
In the back room tossin' dice.
All night.

Hope to get some bling to gather,
Hope no one dis-repaired the die.
Brows like worked into sweaty lather,
Snake eyes have taken out this guy.

Well, I threw down tonight,
And she's bound to know, your wife,
Tried to shoot moon with the dice.

When go home tonight,
Not a sound, don't wake the wife,
She will know soon when dawn rise.