So this is a fiction story I played off live. It has its glory. Grip the vine. Like a man you sway a branch. Dance Tarzan. Now take a stance. He stood there with his sagging pants. I stand here a man. The man scoffs. You got a fan. Then throws him a Chinese fan and replies" let's dual" Tarzan accepted like a fool. The loser has to eat their stool. Defeated by gulls we got our pull. Tug the rug snug up to my bug. It's a freestyle then he goes in for the hug. You need some fresh dial you drink let me...