[Potvaliant]

So this probably isn't a song everyone knows, and I never read any of Sklansky's threads, or posts, and due to metric concerns I had to fabricate a Sklansky man-crush on a banned poster.

But here's my attempt :

‘cause Cheap Is How I Feel

It’s the kind of game that’s so good, when you bet
They call you before you make a sound
And when a railbird asks for a hundred, you give a dollar
In England it would’ve been a pound.
And I’m searching in the gift shop for a last minute present
To prove to you that what I said was real
For something small and frail and plastic baby
‘cause cheap is how I feel.

Half of you online tonight, aren’t bright enough
To come up with an answer
To the question why is it that when I try to teach you
Young Hov grows a little stronger
But his memory stirs a potent yearning
Feeling like a ban about to be repealed
But I’ll horde all this to myself
‘cause cheap is how I feel

It’s not the smell in here that gets to me it’s the lights
I hate the shadows that they cast
And the sound of beeping slots is the one sure thing
I’ll always take with me from my past
I think I’ll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
And maybe strike a deal
Black jailbait for my roll, fair swap
‘cause cheap is how I feel