BLAME IT ON THE DICE A Liar's Bar Song [by Random Encounters]
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BLAME IT ON THE DICE A Liar's Bar Song [by Random Encounters] with tags liar's bar, liar's dice, blame it on the dice, kudo, gerk, random encounters, music, song, game, nerdcore, re, gwen pinkerton, nathan morse, aj pinkerton
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GERK - Nathan Morse
KUDO - AJ Pinkerton
CUPCAKE - Éloïse Desserprit
BARTENDER - Liam Grob
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LYRICS:
Hey greenhorn, no need for a gigantic panic;
Let’s brush up on the rules and run over mechanics.
We’ll teach you the main bits and how you should use ‘em,
While breaching the basics, so try not to confuse ‘em.
Rule 1!
Roll the dice, keep ‘em under your cup!
Rule 2!
Take a peek. Start to add ‘em up…
Rule 3!
Place a bet on the faces in total.
Rule 4!
You wanna wager on whichever is modal.
Rule 5!
Raise the bet! Gamble ampler instances!
Rule 6!
Change the face, if you doubt their existences.
Rule 7!
Call a bluff, if you think something stinks!
Rule 8!
If you’re wrong, you’ll be taking the drink.
Take the heat off,
And put your poker face on.
You wanna play with the pros,
You’ll need a credible con.
Odds are sixteen percent
For one face or another-
-All that’s odd here is you-
Don’t be irrational, brother.
You throw around stats
Instead of throwing the dice.
All your maths and your graphs-
Do you want some advice?
You’ve been running your mouth,
And talking over your gut.
You wanna make the right call?
Keep your mouth shut.
Two 4s…
Three 3s…
Three 5s…
Four 4s…
Four 5s…
Six 4s…
Seven 5s…
Eight 5s…
Nine 5s…
RIP Toar,
He was honestly trying.
I’d speak ill of the dead,
But he’s kinda still dying.
The bull's bit the bullet,
but you're both in my sights.
I'm debatably bait,
but be careful -- I bite!
My feminine weapon’s
disruptive distractions.
You read all the books,
While I read your reactions.
Uh, your read is all wrong
If you think I’m unable, babe,
To hoodwink you blind
And drink you under the table.
I’m inside your head,
And right under your nose.
I play pretty dirty
For a wolf in sheep’s clothes…
You’re betting I’m bluffing;
That I’ve nothing but to see.
Well, ya’ll should call an ambulance,
But babe, not for me!
Four 3’s!
Four 4’s…
Five 3’s…
Six 3’s…
Let’s liven the game up
With a bit of a twist.
It’s more fun taking shots
With the risk you could miss.
Two bottles of poison.
Plus a pair that are potable.
Beware if you err,
Because the difference is notable.
It's icing on the cake,
now that Cupcake's on ice!
She tried to make a big play,
and go played by the dice.
Why, she was drop-dead gorgeous
'till she simply dropped dead.
It's easy betting on black
until you're seeing the red.
One 4…
Two 4’s!
Three 4’s…
Five 4’s!
Six 4’s…
Seven 4s!
Eight 4’s…
Nine 4’s!
Ten 4’s…
Eleven 4’s!
Twelve 4’s…?
Thirteen 4’s!
You’re feinting to win,
Or you’re fading to black.
You gotta roll with the punches
Or be stabbed in the back.
It ain’t Sin City,
But there’s certainly sin.
And the ones playing dumb
Are the smart bet to win.
You can lie to my face,
But I’ll see what’s beneath,
Then you’ll be lying in a pine box
For lying through your teeth.
My rivals’ survival’s
an outcome I encumber.
I’m not new to the noose,
But I’m numb to the numbers.
Two threes…
Three fours!
Four threes…
Five fours!
Six threes…
Six fours!
Seven fours…
I could call it a draw,
But I don’t think I will.
There’s still so much to drink,
And some blood left to spill.
It would even the odds
To say the odds are on even.
Even so, we both know
The odds are low you’ll be leaving.
See, you couldn’t tell a fraction
from a freaking factorial!
Come back and come at me
once you’ve mastered the tutorial.
So blame it on the dice.
Or the way that they land.
But, buddy, blood is the price
That the house now demands.
One 2!
Two 2s!
Three 2s…
Three 3s!
Three 5s…
Four 5s!
Five 5s…
Six 5s!
Seven 5s…
Eight 5s!
