The Game

Lyrics: quicker than sicker the fittest im withcha with witches and wizards who honour the mister, my sister let me pause for a minute cause a gimmick in a panic bananas in anna ma grammer's a manic Yannick the russian had me rushing for a munching left him in the trunk huffing -with something, who goes there who goes scared who eats bears heat flares my beat's rare i eat treats there yeah but i know that i'm an old mould hardened by a rock soul with a foot long whoa oh oh oh oo-oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oo-oh oh oo-oh oh oh n solo minded a mind of poet so you think that you know it my timing will show it -do you see what i do chilling in the avenue 747s with they number 2s i numb with blues numbanumbanumba please cause immaimmaimmaimmaimma stuck on thee monopoly sex and weed and all ecstasy is what we do sit next to me my girl, smoking yet we own the world i never thought shed ever take me for a foolish twirl but twas the mothafucking bitch who couldn't keep it shut left it in the rut come and stab the gut im leaking fluids like a mother fucker i cant breath lost like an elf druid they after me its the day after tomorrow and i still cant see gone from an image cause it split in three what am i smoking im getting paranoid employed by a fucka with a stereo enjoy while i dance around with a prance around my motha fucking pants sag till I smash the ground i don't care bout nobody but i love you all never wreck a 40 till the homey calls i will never wreck a 40 till the homey calls never wreck a 40 till the homey calls

instrumental: Get Trapped by Prodigy


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