The Crossover

The Last Shot

5 . . . A bolt of lightning on my kicks . . .

The court is SIZZLING

My sweat is DRIZZLING

Stop all that quivering

Cuz tonight I’m delivering

I’m driving down

the lane

SLIDING

4 . . . Dribbling to the middle, gliding like a black eagle.

The crowd is RUMBLINGRUSTLING

ROARING

Take it to the hoop.

TAKE IT TO THE HOOP

3 . . . 2 . . . Watch out, ’cuz I’m about to get D I R T Y

with it

about to pour FILTHY’S sauce all over you.

Ohhhhh, did you see McNASTY cross over you?

Now I’m taking you

Ankle BREAKING you

You’re on your knees.

Screamin’ PLEASE, BABY, PLEASE

One . . . It’s a bird, It’s a plane. No, it’s up up

uppppppppppp.

My shot is F L O W I N G, Flying, fLuTtErInG

OHHHHHHHH, the chains are JINGALING

ringaling and SWINGALING

Swish.

Game/over.