In the park, in the dark, is the place we will meet
And defeat the question of which is best
Just one game, one will face the pain of what it's like to lose
Brawn and might, on this night, will be irrelevant
So stand and see, I guarantee, the game of the century
Make a move and they'll prove they have the skills and the smarts
If it's chess, they're the best, Bobby doesn't stand a chance
If you try they will guide your precious king into a trap
Shut your trap or perhaps you'll be the joke they laugh at
Like a bitch, they will pitch, your lifeless ego in a ditch
Show no weakness, only strength
Take your time, fight with your mind
The ultimate need is strategy
You know the score. This is war!
Be protective then aggressive
If you f*ck up, you're outta luck
A stipulation is concentration
Just don't cheat or you'll get beat
A mistake! oh, but wait... could this be a trap?
He takes a chance, with a glance, just to make his queen his own
But what is this? He slams his fist! He knows that he has lost
There's no way out and so he shouts, disappointed in himself
So irate, he took the bait, he rips apart the board. Checkmate!