They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a bumble bee stinger.
My skill with the iron's well known
These rookies all covet my throne
I'm the king of the pit
They best deal with it
Cause these beers put me right in the zone
I'll conquer till' no one remains
And brag of ice water filled veins
Not even a test
to prove I'm the best
And poised to continue my reign.