Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fun N’ Games, artist - Prozak. Album song Tales From The Sick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.06.2008
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Fun N’ Games |
| Fun n' Games |
| Fun n' Games |
| Fun n' Games |
| Fun n' Games ‘till somebody goes nuts |
| Hold up, bitch, I’m holding a four fifth |
| You’ll sure get your whole body throat slit |
| With a switch blade, you’ll get your whole throat slit |
| You better watch your mouth because you know who I roll with |
| I’m not talking about this rap shit, I’m talking about this gat shit |
| And when I see your soul, I’m a snatch it |
| Fuck around and end up inside of a casket |
| I’ll brace them like Jason Voorhees with a hatchet |
| Some people think I need some help, but I’m way past it |
| Locked in a padded cell, screaming with a straight jacket |
| I’m haunted by several spirits of dead poets |
| I think I’m Edgar Allen Poe, but I don’t know it |
| So don’t quote it, I’m not sure who even wrote it |
| At three A.M. |
| my hands become possessed, I can’t control it |
| It writes murder confessions from past times |
| And subliminal messages that I hide inside my rhymes |
| Hey man, why you talking so tough |
| No, for real, you be playing too much |
| And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts |
| Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts |
| Did I fail to mention, I’m manic depressive, obsessive-compulsive |
| Psychotic man that craves attention with a Smith and Wesson |
| Hit your chest and I’m hoping you learned your lesson |
| Grab your vest and better count your blessings |
| Because we’re midwestern, bitch you’re in a western |
| They call me John Wayne, shoot them up like Jesse James |
| Insane in the brain, like my homies Cypress Hill |
| Drugged out, thugged out, pop some pills, cock the steel |
| Shit, you want to ask me if this Glock is real |
| With just one pull of this trigger you’re in hell and now you’re out of here |
| You’re whole existence just disappeared |
| And just like Nostradamus I promise the end is near |
| I thought it sounded just like comets throughout the hemisphere |
| It makes you vomit like gin and tonic or everclear |
| Some people think I’m psychotic for talking to the mirrors |
| But I blame it on the narcotics that put me here |
| Hey man, why you talking so tough |
| No, for real, you be playing too much |
| And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts |
| Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts |