Lyrics Gayme Over - Ras Kass

Gayme Over

Well at least he was smart enough not to rap about him\nYou ain’t got no tears nigga\nYou got butterflies you tried to coverup with L.A. tats\nI’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\nAyo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\nI murder mics man this that Massacre 2\nEven you know your career was basically through\nI’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\nAyo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\nI murder mics man this that Massacre 2\nEven you know your career was basically through\nI Chuck Lidell on tracks\nWhen I spell it smell like crack\nHang you lil dicks upside down like bats\nWho the face of L. A?\nHad to get ya butterfly covered up with L. A\nYou the waste of L. A\nGet blast up in L. A\nFace down ass up in L. A\nYou the crocodile hunter, I am the stingray, making my day\nOne blood? More like Michael Jackson gets rid of one glove\nLike I threw a snail at him\nGet hit with one slug\nOne six foot hole dug\nOne punch?\nNever happened Playa hush ya self and if it ended a career you must of punched\nyaself\nRon Jeremy ass nigga, put ya dick in ya own mouth and suck yaself, bust yaself\nSo you can cum harder my oblongata is the fire starter\nDon’t make me none\nJayceon when I have beef I serve filet mignon\nDon’t make me do it to ya JT, cause I’ll overdo it\nPush your head in more combinations than a fucking rubix\nTongue Ring Queen lived in the burbs\nHe that black homo dude from «Revenge of The Nerds»\nGot signed to Aftermath, Dre dropped you twice\nThen only clown to sell three mill and get dropped again, ahoa\nNo Doctors Advocate, boy stranded on geffen and still ain’t learned his lesson\nLying to the press and Internet thug\nIts all good nigga in the end after you flop\nI’ll still invite you to be my myspace friend\nI’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\nAyo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\nI murder mics man this that Massacre 2\nEven you know your career was basically through\nI’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\nAyo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\nI murder mics man this that Massacre 2\nEven you know your career was basically through\nThat first song was a jab, this is part two of my trilogy feature\nI promise number three is Ether\nHis only defense, I ain’t said nothing new\nBut just because you already exposed don’t make it any less true\nThis nigga life story switch like the butterfly effect: get the picture?\nJust answer «yes» or «no» nigga, are you a stripper? (Yes)\nWent from crip to blood, we call that transformer\nThat man’s a former Deuce Bigelow man whorea\nCall him «Hurricane Game» cause he shake it like a saltshaker\nDrop it like its hot, Chippendale change of heart maker\nPlus ya shoes ain’t sellin', you ain’t no felon\nGuaranteed bottle service when I break yo melon\nYou ain’t from no hood, got bitch slapped by Suge\nN.W.A. You’s a H.W.A., «Ho With a Attitude»\nConfusing banging with ballet\nCatch him outside the club take his car away like valet\nGot Eazy-E tatted on ya arm bitch\nHis own son, Lil Eazy from Compton even said you a varmint\nRat ass nigga murk him on some calm shit\nPlus my swags funky like Serena Williams armpits\nAhh, Made it through the hellhole\nYour hood is Glendale to Melrose, look at this black tickle me Elmo\nRemember the time you rapped exactly like Shyne\nDidn’t even know this nigga and he shouts me out in rhymes like:\n«Yeah this killa Cali life is a mothafucker»\n«Nigga you from Lancaster»\n«Niggas hoppin off a lax’s can’t wait to see the sunshine»\n«Shut up nigga»\n«Y'all must think it’s all chips and championships in L.A. I got niggas from\nSan Diego all the way to the bay»\n«Who you got?»\n«E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass»\n«Who?» (Hahaha)\nI get it you my Stan gone bad miss me\nDave Chapelle lost episode, this nigga’s my pixie\nSo I’mma stay on game like the referee\nYou lucky I’m on parole I been put steel in ya soul\nThrow 'em to the wolves let the street divide ya\nAmerican me that boy is prison vagina\nAnd fuck if Interscope created you\nBig Face done made you\n50cent filleted you\nStupid, you played you\nJimmy can’t save you\nWhen I stick my whole arm through ya chest like Chris Angel\nNo love when I turn in ya clock and Flavor Flav you\nNo Crip or Blood when I gang bang you\nI’m able to hop out GT’s extra crisp\nSpit green shit like possessed bitch in «The Exorcist»\nHo’s I fuck swear I got the extra dick\nMy P.O. is healthy, My tec is extra sick\nAnd since you tried to promote your record off me pal\n«Eat or Die» the new album in stores now\nGet real nigga\nPistol grip pump?\nNigga you’s a high heel pump\nYeah, «Eat or Die» the new album in stores now\nFuck this faggot!\n(G) I’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\n(A) Ayo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\n(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2\n(E) Even you know your career was basically through\n(G) I’ma get at you guaranteed I been spitting for ya\n(A) Ayo this fag shake his ass for a couple dollas\n(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2\n(E) Even you know your career was basically through\nFake blood!