[That's it. Dice just. He gets to a secluded part of the club where he knows the music will be picked up by his phone and places a lovely call.]

Up against the bricks? Hah!
If you think that sounds slick
Think about my rhymes
In your ear
No fear
Sick, hot lines
Spilling out like you're gonna be
Begging for all of me
More of me
Taking you apart
Le beau art
Your body like a story
Two kings finding glory

[End message.]