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The hand I was dealt

I'm one in fifty two
But I don't play by statistics
Build a house of cards with
Surgically precise linguistics
 
The king of the castle
Without the picture card spouse
I'm one of a kind
Alone in a full house
 
I run my mouth  
8 mile straight
Still I'm coming up flush
My mind gushes
Like a river
I'm texas holding my tounge
Before
I'm premature
And declare myself the winner
 
So I'll check myself in
To the no tells hotel
 
Close the big blinds and
Flop into the humble queensize
 
Soon I realise
Counting these sheep
Will make me sleep
 
All this talk is cheap
I don't have time to  
Snooze and loose
 
I'm no joker
Just a midnight toker
 
And I'm high like the steaks and the aces
Look into my eyes
As I  
Read your faces
Jack of all trades
But I'm Villeneuve at these races
 
I'm the spade that'll  
Dig you grave
The diamond shining
Like lasers at the rave
I'm the bouncer at this club
So you best behave
If you have the heart  
Come join me on stage
I'm all in
Ante up  
And I'll turn the next page
Or you can fold
Like origami
Paper planes
Fly away  
 
I normally keep these cards  
Close to my chest
But the pot is tempting
So I'll put 'em to the test
I got the munchies for chips
and yours look the best
 
So what you got?!
 
I didn't mean to digress
But with a hand this good
 
It must be displayed with finesse.
Written by Kris_Follows
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