Bishop Got Black

I like big pawns and I cannot lie
You other grandmasters can’t deny
That when your piece is blocked in by your own other piece
And you can’t move at all, you resign
Wanna develop cause you notice that rook was stuffed
Deep in the back rank of the game you’re playing
You’re pinned and you can’t stop crying
I wanna checkmate ya and take your picture
My chess friends tried to warn me
But that weak pawn you got makes me so ornery
Oh, Resign Now or Lose
You say you cannot choose?
Well play me, play me, cause you ain’t that average ranking
I’ve seen them en passant, to hell with castling
You’re sweating, wetting your pants like a infant
I’m tired of losers trying to draw when they’re losing
Take the average grandmaster and ask him that
You gotta move your knight back
So fellas, have you got the guts?
To face me in this match?
Or will you resign in disgrace and I’ll laugh?
Bishop got black