What are the odds?

You thought you had it in the bag, but your just a washed up moldy rag
You thought you had me down,though as always I pulled myself straight up, off the ground
But now my game's just heating up, this package I lay out is about to errupt
Bam! your the one screwed this time, at the mercy of me for your dishonest crime
Oh great, your on your knees, Begging for forgiveness and begging me to cease
Maybe I should decide to twist your arm as you did to me, maybe then you'll see...
Cause you dont even know what torture you've brought upon yourself, Caution: this just can not help your health
You will later find out that I won its over, but lucky you, you mustve had a four-leaf clover
So you know I cut you some slack, next time bring game if you plan to talk smack...