Songtext zu 'Game Over (feat. Chris Webby)' von Kinetics

Kinetics and Chris Webby
The Joker, Part II

Kinetics:
I'm a nutball, I walk in a label and scream, "Fuck y'all"
Fuck a pub deal, I would rather be at a pub crawl
And moreover, a natural born soldier
That'll come to life like that bullet out that Korn poster
See, I was born sober, but know that I'll die twisted
I smoke every five minutes, now both of my eyes squinted
I push a Q45 Infinite, my ride's tinted
Sike, I'm on the F Train with homeless guys in it
C'mon shorty, sky's the limit
I got a brand new Metrocard that still has $2.25 in it
So yo let's go to a sports bar
Cause after a couple more shots, my standards will be almost as low as yours are
Showed this girl named Megan my bunk bed
Slid my balls in-between that slut's legs like a nutmeg
Get it? A "nutmeg," I said her name was Megan
That pun operated on three levels but nobody gets it
I guess I make ya mind snap when I'm on tracks
I'm like the rap version of John Nash but on crack
I used to be an A student, okay stupid?
Now I make great music, and the bitches rage to it
I go to the rave zooted, pop so much E
Even the fat bitch passed out is attractive enough for me
Wakin' up on Saturday without a credit card
I musta lost it last night, but after callin' every bar
We went to of course it is at the random spot that's very far
"Yo, I gotta couple hundreds." Fuck it, that's what friends are for
Sippin' nasty liquor out a plastic pitcher
While I'm throwing singles at the fattest stripper
My producer is a chain smoker, I don't spend a day sober
But as soon as we get our shit together yo it is game over

Yeah, You Are Not Alone coming soon! (Webby get 'em my dude)

Chris Webby:
It's game over, Mario's fallen into the lava
And you lost your last life playing Contra
Ain't no cheat code going to be helping you
when Webby fucking got ya
Frankenstein's monster mixed with a Chewbacca
It's game over, so let me score the last goal
So all you assholes better take yo ass home
While you posin' in pictures, I'll be chokin' a stripper
With every inch of my dick just like a boa constrictor
'Cause I'm awesome bitches, I ain't floss & riches
I'm leaving punk-ass rappers with some gauze and stitches
I'm a grown-ass man
Why they comparing me to kids who are
gettin' big doing the same shit that I did?
But shit I'm cool with blowin' up a little later in life
Long as I got some haze in the pipe and my paper is right
Still kill it On Demand like HBO
Shokin' motherfuckers screaming, "Don't tase me bro!"
I listen to that Ready to Die shit
You listen to Drake sing about how hard his life is
I don't like it, not trying to hate
But I just can't relate, I come from a different mindstate
'Cause I don't talk about love and shit, just fuckin' chicks
Bust a quick nut and split
Plus I'm making good money, I'mma run with this
If you made fun of me when I was broken, suck my dick
My Altima turned into a Camaro real quick
Now I make more than your parents do bitch
Off the writ, still kill it with my freestyle spit
On my CT shit 'till the day I quit
Stopped at the gas station for a blunt and a Lucy
Smoked out 'till I was talkin' like Chunk from The Goonies
But I rip raps with ease, I'm killin' 'em bitch please
You'll get eaten on the mic like a bacon, egg and cheese
C is from Connecticut, high as the tip of Everest
If she don't give me head, I'll have to serve it
Came at 6'1" but my ego's like 7'6"
Grab the hammer from Gallagher
and I'll make your melon split
Jack Frost couldn't spit this shit colder
That's why I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
I'm way more Dope but no it's not Couture
Christian's up in this bitch, it's game over