Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put Your Quarter Up , by - MolemenRelease date: 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 |