Risking it all on a forty-footer
And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes
Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed
Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in
Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…
Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!