[Verse 1] Rollin' up to the trav'lin' carnival, Lookin' to get stinky with some animals But walkin' past those rows of booths and games, I see him smirkin' there, eyin' me strange. [Verse 2] Ring toss carny with a satanic sneer, He might BE the Devil, I should steer clear, But there on the shelf, the stuffed hyena prize, To hell with caution! For scuzzpunk bona fides! [Chorus] Tossin' rings against the devil! Doin' it just for the reckless thrill! Riskin' my soul for a hyena doll, Like a scuzzpunk, I'm tossin' it allllllll... away. [Verse 3] Sayin', "Come on, Stripes, ten bucks for five rings." Knowin' the true cost, I slap down the green. But throw the first one away on purpose, All to demonstrate my scuzzpunk hubris. [Verse 4] Ring number two is just a practice toss, Just to get the right feel for how much sauce. It clanks against the bottle side Hey, no problem! I'll get it next time. [Chorus] Tossin' rings against the devil! Doin' whatever I fuckin' will! Riskin' my soul for a hyena toy, Like a scuzzpunk, I'm tossin' into the void! [Bridge] All right, Zebra, concentrate. Not the time to contemplate. The third ring skips right off the top. But the fourth arcs in a perfect toss! [Verse 5] Twirlin' on the bottle rim, three, four, five, Swirlin', swirlin', 'til it bounces aside! Gulpin', warm wetness spreadin' down my pants, But it's okay! I still got one more chance... [Chorus] Tossin' rings against the devil! Pissin' myself 'cause I've had my fill! Hoofin' away with the last ring hugged tight, I'm no scuzzpunk, I'm runnin' for my life!
