Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Your Quarter Up, artist - Molemen
Date of issue: 12.10.2004
Song language: English
Put Your Quarter Up |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
«Trapped in a deadly video game |
With just one man» |
Put your quarter up, I got first (Sluggo) |
And I’m the type of customer that orders the works (as he smirks) |
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty |
I buy my nickels from a dime who goes by the name of Penny |
The Last Starfighter, searching for the Starfucker |
The drunk parallel parker, thank God for car bumpers |
Another day, shot in the head and buried |
While your wifey tries to convince me that she shouldn’t have got married |
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs |
To the punk rock chicks that can’t handle my hugs |
I’ll be standin upon the web, born out of a thought |
Where the spider makes her bed out of the carcasses she caught |
Ayo, she’s got that good head, me I got dandruff |
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs |
Yo wait a minute savior, how about a little truth |
You couldn’t save yourself if you had a cape and a phonebooth |
The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater |
The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber |
And as God hovers up above the highway and the chopper |
I’m down here writing songs for her daughter (Is that your quarter?) |
«Trapped in a deadly video game— |
Trapped in a deadly video game— |
Trapped in a deadly video game |
With just one man» |
Put your quarter up, brother |
My underhanded summerjam escaped with a free game in my back pocket |
The ego and the muddy gear leapt clear off the concrete valley |
To murder silhouettes with a budget that have me bummin' cigarettes |
My soul stuck in a mudpit absorbing anchors |
With a y-shaped water stick and five great venoms |
Caught it at the dog door by a sideways phantom with a swift attitude problem |
Knuckling up with a carbon-based common guarding goblin |
I’m drowsy, who drifted by the lousy Virgin Mary night light |
Luminants that blew a kiss to sin |
Would’ve said «Count me in» but just couldn’t afford the bounty |
I’ll do the deed myself before the second leaping sheep |
Even got counted |
Multiple tasking, drastic unsocialable captain gasping |
Jay Gatsby the great bashing open the plastic backspins |
Strapped with a plague and a cocktail napkin |
Wrapped in oragami dragon fashion |
Flashed in a effort to smash your pattern |
Pen magnanimous to say a little on this ancient foundation |
They found na-tions running bases for nickeltips |
Coordinate the zoning and the speeders trickle drips out |
I’ll skip town once these upright citizens sit down |
Uh |
Yo, yo, I go next, put your quarter up |
For bets, put your daughter up, MF is sorta corrupt |
Not to be confused with the fake fly raw sound |
Still the one who used to take your high score down |
With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry |
As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry |
Shit y’all fairies take a loss like Slobodan |
This goes out to man, woman, and child from Robotron |
Before the end, I save the world like Defender |
There’s no time for curling up to hurl from a bender |
Like back when your last five never went to weed |
More likely on like twenty rounds of Centipede |
If it go fast or slow, no mattering |
The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern |
Those need to learn the technique, take heed, note |
And switch like Spy Hunter when he *psst* to the speedboat |