| Fun n' Games
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| Fun n' Games
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| Fun n' Games
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| Fun n' Games ‘till somebody goes nuts
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| Hold up, bitch, I’m holding a four fifth
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| You’ll sure get your whole body throat slit
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| With a switch blade, you’ll get your whole throat slit
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| You better watch your mouth because you know who I roll with
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| I’m not talking about this rap shit, I’m talking about this gat shit
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| And when I see your soul, I’m a snatch it
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| Fuck around and end up inside of a casket
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| I’ll brace them like Jason Voorhees with a hatchet
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| Some people think I need some help, but I’m way past it
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| Locked in a padded cell, screaming with a straight jacket
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| I’m haunted by several spirits of dead poets
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| I think I’m Edgar Allen Poe, but I don’t know it
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| So don’t quote it, I’m not sure who even wrote it
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| At three A.M. |
| my hands become possessed, I can’t control it
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| It writes murder confessions from past times
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| And subliminal messages that I hide inside my rhymes
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| Hey man, why you talking so tough
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| No, for real, you be playing too much
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| And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts
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| Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts
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| Did I fail to mention, I’m manic depressive, obsessive-compulsive
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| Psychotic man that craves attention with a Smith and Wesson
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| Hit your chest and I’m hoping you learned your lesson
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| Grab your vest and better count your blessings
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| Because we’re midwestern, bitch you’re in a western
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| They call me John Wayne, shoot them up like Jesse James
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| Insane in the brain, like my homies Cypress Hill
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| Drugged out, thugged out, pop some pills, cock the steel
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| Shit, you want to ask me if this Glock is real
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| With just one pull of this trigger you’re in hell and now you’re out of here
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| You’re whole existence just disappeared
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| And just like Nostradamus I promise the end is near
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| I thought it sounded just like comets throughout the hemisphere
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| It makes you vomit like gin and tonic or everclear
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| Some people think I’m psychotic for talking to the mirrors
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| But I blame it on the narcotics that put me here
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| Hey man, why you talking so tough
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| No, for real, you be playing too much
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| And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts
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| Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts |