I don't need an agenda, I just tell the truth Let it off the leash and don't touch it It knows what to do And I'm running a tight ship Every deckhand here has a five-year plan and an ice pick They can write code, they can drive stick I got an octave on you and a high kick Don't blink, I don't block, I'm a bleeder All I do is hit I don't win them all but I'd say I take five out of six Clock's running, better glove up if you insist Okay, let's see who's really counting coup And who's been counterfeit -Dessa, 5 out of 6
