Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End Game, artist - Body Count. Date of issue: 28.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The End Game |
| I was reading the news the other day, they called me a Gangster |
| I’ve never robbed to starve the entire countries |
| I’ve never committed genocide, on entire races of people |
| I’ve never dropped my bombs and killed innocent women and children |
| Whose the fucking GANGSTER?!! |
| The End Game motherfucker get your shit tight |
| Shit right, listen, it’s a mission to keep us in the dark |
| Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts |
| Enter the black room, cash rules everything son |
| Nobody’s your friend, fool, go for your guns |
| Trust no one, money buys souls and lives |
| Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die |
| Fucking with the quick to get you niggaz |
| Demons from hell! |
| Their rooms are oval, their plan is global |
| They make pawns of men, in the name of god they keep us apart |
| I don’t know about you but I don’t hate as much as they do |
| I’m just trying to live and shit |
| Motherfuckers best pray that they don’t blow us all away |
| WHO? |
| WHO? |
| — The power hungry fools on the hill |
| Before they lose they’ll push the fucking button |
| Explode the air! |
| — Winter and black rain, they play The End Game |
| Motherfuckers take what they can take, motherfucking snakes |
| They stole this land we live on, and kill to keep |
| Then they lied in the school books and rocked us to sleep |
| We’re just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby |
| Hitman army, Hitman Navy |
| Moved by the wicked hands of money not love |
| No one knows the secrets, it’s an evil mix man |
| Hold your breath pray for death, that’s the only truth left |
| I ain’t never done shit to your country of fame |
| Don’t want your oil man, don’t want your land |
| The people that your beefing with are not my friends |
| They hate me too, and they want me to hate you |
| It’s the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted |
| Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt |
| It ain’t the people of this planet, it’s the kings and their courts |
| And they do what they gotta do cause murder’s their sport |