The beer bellies and the big butts bigger than
Nikki Minaj’s lunge, the broken language of
Kobe Bryant and Lebron James, the ugly shot
That’s thrown up still wet like back in the day.

Their out of shape, old wrinkle wavy skinned selves
jumping and playing all hard like they aren’t going
to be hurting when they wake up in the morning
Every play they jump to rebound and land right on their a**es
Their legs with flabby old muscles can’t keep the
weight standing from all the food their wives have been
stuffing them with over the years

It’s taking them about three minutes to run down the court
and I can fall asleep and wake up with the amount
of time it takes them
It seem like they need to put some WD-40 on their
knees and elbows to keep the rustiness away.

I wonder by looking at the way they play ball, do they
have the stamina to do the nasty? And do they use the
sweet smell of cologne to make their wives smile
and make them fell all young and stuff?

All of the old men jumped high and this time they didn’t
fall on their a**es they grew wings and flew to heaven.
Just left the poor basketball all lonely until the next
old wrinkly, rusty, flabby skin, group of my men to come.