Doodeck ees a Nay Gar, hustlin’ every day, Walks with swagger in the street, never likes to play. Merchants call him out by name, makin’ deals he’ll slay, Eyes sharp like a dagger, knows how to hit pay. Rumors spread like wildfire, of his shady ways, But the truth is hard to find, hidden in the haze. Doodeck rules the underworld, where the price you’ll pay, Is much higher than you think, in the game he’ll play.