Week 7 - Nigma vs. Pent uP - PU WINS

[Pent uP]

Rat Race

I'm riding with idiots - but I can benefit because they're paying my way;
And I'm expensive with high incentives - like broke women waiting on dates.
These cro-magnon descendants are seeming shady today.
I'm their financial adviser with exhibit displays to be paved.

The brothers I'm with are a set of twins and an elder to both.
They've invested in boats and made millions in speed sailing through coasts.
Now their interest in owning casinos has put my tail to their nose -
because they know I make shit happen fast, leaving trails full of smoke.
Inhaling, I choke as one twin passed an electronic cig full of hash.
I didn't react until they're laughing, telling me, "This is called Dabs -
because the littlest Dab will do you in, and yours was bigger than that."
These significant facts were withheld until my coughing and spitting attack.
Inches from crashing into a black Honda Civic hatchback
but then I lifted the gas just in time - within an inch of their ass.
As I recover, I sit and look at these twin bitches and slap
both in one motion like Three Stooges, while the other records it with his iPad.
The twins are named Chad and Jake, the oldest brother is Steve -
The punishment team - and hustling all three is usually too much for one being.

Unmarried with money, plus they're still hungry and compete to make profits.
The annual winner gets hand fed a dinner and gets to choose cheesy ass garments.
One year Steve was the hot shit and dressed them like queens of the mosh-pits;
Using ping-pong paddles in full swing to smack bros, being extremely obnoxious.
Winners also decides the next business venture they will consider to enter -
and if they agree, that one controls the keys and gets fifty percent from the center.
This year is for Chad: his wish is to bath daily in dirty bitches and cash.
These physical facts give an extension to my legitimate traps.

I pimp through contracts and this one will snatch seven figures in fees -
Billed from my team with the resources to build them a dream.
No criminal schemes, but we're con artist without subliminal themes -
Convincing their needs to spend their capital and risk everything.
That's the plan of the night and I've set their sites on hotels off of the strip
of Las Vegas. "This can be yours if you're spending costs will permit."
...Talking like this to wealthy men is worse than stalking their kids.
I bait the big fish, then all of them bit from my fraudulent lips.
Chad jumps out the ride pumped up to buy; anxious with nothing to hide.
"I want this one guys!" He screams fiercely like it's a building he hunted that died.

A truck barely misses as he French kisses the exhaust that it leaves
and has an asthmatic attack with pauses to breathe as he falls in the streets.
Calling for me to save his life and without stalling, I swing -
Busting a U-turn in Vegas traffic; drunkards honk and they scream.
At the wheel with precision for this deal that I'm hitting until I feel their submission.
I have one in the box, but my gunning won't stop until I'm sealing Chad's wishlist.
Steve picks up his bro so we can get out and go to our Bellagio suites,
Then stop for some drinks, massages from freaks before dropping to sleep.
Iin front of the driveway, I give my keys to the valet and we proceed with our baggage -
When I see this new Grand Prix speed through the alley like this is feeding his passion.
Breaking at the side of my car; screeching in madness.
I'm waiting for him to hit my ride so I can hit his eyes because he's needing his ass kicked -
but his steering is perfect as he slides next to mine really weird like a serpent,
gives his keys to the other valet, then disappears from the surface.
I turn around, happy about all the eerie escapes.
Then I'm hearing my breaks and a loud crash with a single tear down my face.
I keep it pushing, not even looking as Jake and Steve start to put them
into headlocks, while Chad punches their heads like he's beating some cushions.
No charges are filed; Steve even gets our rooms free as he argues with guile.
The valets are parting with smiles and blackened eyes seeing stars in the isles.
In trying my sales, I avoided all accidents while driving through hell
but they couldn't get ten feet away before the left side is impaled.
My mind is derailed, I take a few more Dabs and drink designer pale ale.
Jake states, "God has a sense of humor and is ironic as well."