
Дата випуску: 31.08.2019
Мова пісні: Англійська
Game Over |
This is the game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, we want ya |
Up in our corner |
But it’s over, who told ya? |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over, game over |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, game over |
Is what I’m gonna say after you hear me at school |
Spraying, saying to make way |
I may be the illest spitter, get my drill up into your misses |
Argue if you want but that ain’t dang business bitch |
I miss, saying this shit and fuck censorship |
I say what I want and what I want is to vent |
You fuckers can suck my dick, for the fun of it |
You jump on it, and break your jaw on it |
Boo! Goes the boogeyman, under your fucking bed |
Got rhymes after rhymes flowing through my head |
I’ll grab some fucking lead and blow, I’m fucking dead |
Oh wait I ain’t dead, I got 2 more lives up in here |
You gotta get a sense of humour |
The only thing you laugh at is the trench coat of the next school shooter |
Coming to school with a flame thrower |
The last words you gonna hear is ‘game over' |
This is the game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, we want ya |
Up in our corner |
But it’s over, who told ya? |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over, game over |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, game over |
This is you’re last chance, cause I will run in at the call |
Get my gun, shoot, miss and ricochet off the wall |
Now that paintings gonna fall, time for take two |
Oh fuck, it don’t work, I’m out of fucking juice |
So tip me right over, and pour the oil in |
Juice that gets me going cause I’m a tin man |
Now get back to work, and spit bizarre words |
And sayings that are nothing this world has ever heard |
I’m right back in the action and say that shit again |
And after all is done, don’t start making amends |
Cause I’m done this time, oh yes I am through |
I’m so done with listening to all of fucking you |
And all this fucking hate, and all of these comments |
I cannot fucking wait, until I hit diamond |
Until I get platinum, ya’ll are barely wood |
Now you got nothing to say, so good |
This is the game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, we want ya |
Up in our corner |
But it’s over, who told ya? |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over, game over |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, game over |
I got places that I would rather go be |
Instead I’m writing these lines, but take a look and see |
I see big picture, I see me getting bigger |
I see me having more fans, I see me getting quicker |
I was thrown into a world, and bashed with fucking words |
Getting thrown off stage, and laughed at by girls |
And kicked dirt on me and took girls from me |
I had nothing left, nothing left to take from me |
Yeah, all of you goons poured salt into my wounds |
Kicked me when down and now I’m onto you fools |
'Cause I’m a rise to the top, fire right at your spot |
I don’t care if you like it or not |
I know I ain’t the king of this game, king of hip-hop |
I just want the haters to know, I signed the lot |
I’m up top, you gonna rot |
Your game is over, mine I just got |
This is the game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, we want ya |
Up in our corner |
But it’s over, who told ya? |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over, game over |
You’re a goner and it’s game over |
Game over; we owned ya |
We told ya, game over |
Welcome to Bizarre & Ill |