Bat-Knee
Bash the m.illiopsoas in, buckle like a belt. Nobody played it except for the baddest of the bad and they were the greatest of the great. Heroes on a ridge, causes just and endurance high. Blink and you'll miss it, an atomic thunderfuck of force, blammo, game over and game won, you're out.
It's a crime scene circus, batting the human bulkhead, high-tolerance hunks of wood getting your blunt across. You wake up the next night with a limp, the whole world's asleep. The biggest badasses planted on a roof, that was Bat-Knee. Take it on the shifting shoulder, on the plastic palm, on the fluctuating foot, you're still up, hit 'em back. Bash 'em in the back, but they're back, and you're protecting your rack. Kapow, thigh-block-with-hand. Your turn again, down they go, champion on campion, down the hill they roll.
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I see you jockin' me.
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