FUN & GAMES Songtext
von Ras Kass
FUN & GAMES Songtext
Uh, what′s a high-value man to a buss down?
Black Pierre Woodman, I let her fuck around and find out
Next movie in the Grindhouse, never fell off but still had to climb out
My pain sound beautiful, me and Amy Winehouse
Slow dance with your corpse after I pull your spine out
My mind's out, I mean my flow′s insane
Changin' lanes off that pink cocaine
Prince in '96, the unspeakable name
Explain the unexplained
Your vocabulary too limited to describe an interdimensional spirit wit′
You can feel the drip
Bars, boy, you can hear the spit, ′cause this the year for lyricists (lyricists)
Haters wanna son me, ladies want a son from me
Pff, I just want the mic and the money, dummy
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It′s all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
What you make in a whole year's somebody′s pocket change
I'm on the roof of the New York Stock Exchange
Standin′ on business, jump off one knee, touch concrete
Landed like a superhero on Wall Street
Still standin' on business, we don't play nice
I′m fentanyl′s playwright, the way I slay mics
Run it up, run it back, Ray Rice
Yesterday's price is not today′s price
You clout chase first, then pout, the truth hurts
You want that Kendrick Lamar verse for that K. Dot purse, huh?
You want that Eminem Show for that B Rabbit dough
Fuck no, absolutely not
The fuckery must stop, no Basquiat, nigga
Let the hos spill tea, we pour out malt liquor
Eat poor people caviar, boiled eggs
Dirty Dead Prez turn to sourdough bread
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It′s all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up
Black Pierre Woodman, I let her fuck around and find out
Next movie in the Grindhouse, never fell off but still had to climb out
My pain sound beautiful, me and Amy Winehouse
Slow dance with your corpse after I pull your spine out
My mind's out, I mean my flow′s insane
Changin' lanes off that pink cocaine
Prince in '96, the unspeakable name
Explain the unexplained
Your vocabulary too limited to describe an interdimensional spirit wit′
You can feel the drip
Bars, boy, you can hear the spit, ′cause this the year for lyricists (lyricists)
Haters wanna son me, ladies want a son from me
Pff, I just want the mic and the money, dummy
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It′s all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
What you make in a whole year's somebody′s pocket change
I'm on the roof of the New York Stock Exchange
Standin′ on business, jump off one knee, touch concrete
Landed like a superhero on Wall Street
Still standin' on business, we don't play nice
I′m fentanyl′s playwright, the way I slay mics
Run it up, run it back, Ray Rice
Yesterday's price is not today′s price
You clout chase first, then pout, the truth hurts
You want that Kendrick Lamar verse for that K. Dot purse, huh?
You want that Eminem Show for that B Rabbit dough
Fuck no, absolutely not
The fuckery must stop, no Basquiat, nigga
Let the hos spill tea, we pour out malt liquor
Eat poor people caviar, boiled eggs
Dirty Dead Prez turn to sourdough bread
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It′s all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games ′til somebody get hurt
Niggas crash out, then them niggas get murked
It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up
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