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Game Over
by PrinceRoc
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VERSE:
Fuck rap, u niggas need to step ya fuckin' bars up
Merk-city overlord, time to change the game up
Monster when I'm on the beat, darin' niggas to challenge me
Endin rappers career like Munez did Rousey
Boi wait a minute, u ain't even in my league
Yea u got a couple songs, but u don't practice what u preach
Yall some fake niggas n yall know it
Bed full of lies, I'm here to expose 'em
All I do is speak that real, reason why I ain't got a deal
Nigga you a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm known to spit Ludacris
U a pebble, I'm a mountain, what's a mob to a king
Roc against these new rappers, I'm a dragon with da flame
Steady spitting hot fire, like I, changed my name to Dylan
The game needs a cure, an I'm here to bring the penicillin
Carolina bred with the swagga of a Texas nigga
Do it for the culture, ain't worry bout ya fuckin figures
Lost bailey boy, don't sweat the technique
Fuck around have ya body swimming up McCall Creek
Fuck ya pussy niggas that be mumbling on ya songs
Hop off ya producers dick, start working on ya flows
This that blueprint to Illmatic, smoke ya chronic, all eyes on me
South Cak on the rise, still the God in my city
Game over!!
VERSE:
Okay!
Fresh up out merk-city, orange tie black tux
Orangeville boss, bitch I'm bout 2 bring my team up
Zoomed past Yungstar, still reppin' Zonehouze
King of south Cak, bitch I'm back to take my fuckin throne!
Prince r-o-c, got a couple of bones ta pick
Why every nigga n my city wanna rap in shit
Dey bout 2 get da guillotine, fruity pebble faggot bitches
You Simbas quit lying before I six-foot ditch ya
Gone off promethazine, styrofoam_double cup
Movin like a turtle, you can call me Michelangelo
U rappers all shelled shocked, swagga on tenfold
If you listen to my songs, you'll have a lyrical overload
Mr. Beat it up, is what dese hoes call me
I spit that lil game, den ill have dat pussy poppin
Don't worry bout ya man, you can let that nigga hate
Cuz his bitch exercising my dick like a shake weight- ahh!!!
I'm so nasty - sewerage
Fuck the beat raw, no need 4 any lubricant
Call ya self da fireman, lemme get da freezer quick
Cooler dan anti-freeze, you rappers better banana split!
I'm a real rapper - you niggas just pretend
Someone call Wayne, he is not the only martian
Wit my alien team, we bout pop like a soda
Pacman flow - muthafucka game over!!
VERSE:
Took a break, now back, what the fuck I miss??
The game need change, and you cowards just adapt to it
Yall talk about the same shit, same styles- different name
A club bagger beat will rise any faggots to fame
Since I'm a real nigga, gotta keep it 100 bruh
These rappers are some bitches, stilettos and red lipstick
Ru Paul niggas, fuck around and get ya wig split
All I do is win, you either lose or call it quits
Playin with a full deck, you niggas are sum joker cards
Worried bout the zeros in ya check, instead of ya damn bars
Last of a dying breed, a making of a legend here
No wonder hip hops dying, a bunch of virus_no cure
That's why I jump up on tha scene, virgin pussy fresh
I'm shittin wit tha lyrics, boi I'm bout to make a mess
Diarrhea flow, kshaun taught me that
Man, I kill a million rappers until Sumter on da map
Bow down, Bow down, the new kings on the throne
Poppin rappers like some pills, I hope I don't overdose
And you niggas betta fear every word that I speak
Because Biggie Smalls live vicariously thru me!
While yall popping bottles of Rose, I'm just slowly changing the game
La Familia be that click, Zonehouze bout to run the game
It's Lu Kang, Donkey Kong, Zelda, True Orge
Mario lost his life - bitch game over!!
I'm unstoppable, dare a nigga to challenge me
Fuck around these rappers gon need a pastor and a eulogy
Close casket service, merk city assassin
Medieval with rhymes, your top 5 can’t get this guillotine
Still, the best rapper that's from my city
Don’t need no clout, middle finger your opinion
Chef cooking in the kitchen, bitch I scorch my competition
Murder every fuckin beat, I’ll kill ya, captains and lieutenants
Game over!!
VERSE:
Fuck rap, u niggas need to step ya fuckin' bars up
Merk-city overlord, time to change the game up
Monster when I'm on the beat, darin' niggas to challenge me
Endin rappers career like Munez did Rousey
Boi wait a minute, u ain't even in my league
Yea u got a couple songs, but u don't practice what u preach
Yall some fake niggas n yall know it
Bed full of lies, I'm here to expose 'em
All I do is speak that real, reason why I ain't got a deal
Nigga you a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm known to spit Ludacris
U a pebble, I'm a mountain, what's a mob to a king
Roc against these new rappers, I'm a dragon with da flame
Steady spitting hot fire, like I, changed my name to Dylan
The game needs a cure, an I'm here to bring the penicillin
Carolina bred with the swagga of a Texas nigga
Do it for the culture, ain't worry bout ya fuckin figures
Lost bailey boy, don't sweat the technique
Fuck around have ya body swimming up McCall Creek
Fuck ya pussy niggas that be mumbling on ya songs
Hop off ya producers dick, start working on ya flows
This that blueprint to Illmatic, smoke ya chronic, all eyes on me
South Cak on the rise, still the God in my city
Game over!!
VERSE:
Okay!
Fresh up out merk-city, orange tie black tux
Orangeville boss, bitch I'm bout 2 bring my team up
Zoomed past Yungstar, still reppin' Zonehouze
King of south Cak, bitch I'm back to take my fuckin throne!
Prince r-o-c, got a couple of bones ta pick
Why every nigga n my city wanna rap in shit
Dey bout 2 get da guillotine, fruity pebble faggot bitches
You Simbas quit lying before I six-foot ditch ya
Gone off promethazine, styrofoam_double cup
Movin like a turtle, you can call me Michelangelo
U rappers all shelled shocked, swagga on tenfold
If you listen to my songs, you'll have a lyrical overload
Mr. Beat it up, is what dese hoes call me
I spit that lil game, den ill have dat pussy poppin
Don't worry bout ya man, you can let that nigga hate
Cuz his bitch exercising my dick like a shake weight- ahh!!!
I'm so nasty - sewerage
Fuck the beat raw, no need 4 any lubricant
Call ya self da fireman, lemme get da freezer quick
Cooler dan anti-freeze, you rappers better banana split!
I'm a real rapper - you niggas just pretend
Someone call Wayne, he is not the only martian
Wit my alien team, we bout pop like a soda
Pacman flow - muthafucka game over!!
VERSE:
Took a break, now back, what the fuck I miss??
The game need change, and you cowards just adapt to it
Yall talk about the same shit, same styles- different name
A club bagger beat will rise any faggots to fame
Since I'm a real nigga, gotta keep it 100 bruh
These rappers are some bitches, stilettos and red lipstick
Ru Paul niggas, fuck around and get ya wig split
All I do is win, you either lose or call it quits
Playin with a full deck, you niggas are sum joker cards
Worried bout the zeros in ya check, instead of ya damn bars
Last of a dying breed, a making of a legend here
No wonder hip hops dying, a bunch of virus_no cure
That's why I jump up on tha scene, virgin pussy fresh
I'm shittin wit tha lyrics, boi I'm bout to make a mess
Diarrhea flow, kshaun taught me that
Man, I kill a million rappers until Sumter on da map
Bow down, Bow down, the new kings on the throne
Poppin rappers like some pills, I hope I don't overdose
And you niggas betta fear every word that I speak
Because Biggie Smalls live vicariously thru me!
While yall popping bottles of Rose, I'm just slowly changing the game
La Familia be that click, Zonehouze bout to run the game
It's Lu Kang, Donkey Kong, Zelda, True Orge
Mario lost his life - bitch game over!!
I'm unstoppable, dare a nigga to challenge me
Fuck around these rappers gon need a pastor and a eulogy
Close casket service, merk city assassin
Medieval with rhymes, your top 5 can’t get this guillotine
Still, the best rapper that's from my city
Don’t need no clout, middle finger your opinion
Chef cooking in the kitchen, bitch I scorch my competition
Murder every fuckin beat, I’ll kill ya, captains and lieutenants
Game over!!