Living Las Vegas
I play the game to reign
Like Raiden gang banging in a rain hat
On the play back
Smack like a junky pumped up in a double dragon cage match
Smashed
Matter fact scratch that
I'm Shinobi throwin stars through your metal oni face mask
Blowin up your base laced with a laser for the jay cats
Level up with back pack filled with some flat black
A couple fat caps hangin off an overpass
I feel like I'm Mad Max spelling out an ACAB like I'm Pat Sajack
Phaser stay on kill so lames can stay sad
Find my thrills in dudgeons of the way bad
Been rad racing since way back
The power gloved powered up
So now bowser bout to get some payback
Escape from death row
I hit them with the death blow
Even if I had a house on escrow
I'm paying my debts though
Me and my Modesto destros
Not putting up with your little gestos
Orchestral Maneuvers in the dark
I lost my leg
Swimming in sewers with the sharks
Do do do do do do do
I don't really care
What these other fools can do
I'mma hit the last stage
With the power up
All your little beta males bout to get alpha'd up
I'mma hit all your little mediocre raps
With the meteora
I absorb all the aura of the hora
Pull the weapons out of storage
Pull the punctuation to the story
Watch me flow over this art form
Destroy all these glow in the dark clones
Barely alive
Rarely defined
Is that a twinkle or tear in your eye?
Don't ever cry for the
Swatted fly
Try to level up for the rest of your life
(Good luck)
I'll be gone in a minute
And I'm already limited by loss
Never really benefited from a boss
Love may leave you nailed to a cross
Truth may leave you dead by cop
Feeling some type of way about
Feelings inside of me
Violently vomiting
Bufo anomalies
Dividing me into microscopic pieces
It's hard to be calm when I'm constantly fighting
the powers that be are
Killing me softly
Talk that and get the bitch slap
This fat boy eat ya quick then spit back
Quit that noise
Unless you're organized
I've torn through hordes of guys
That poorly tried to rhyme
Day may blind you with sunlight
Knight may send you on balcony flight
Better get a bodyguard
Better than Bobby Brown if you really wanna fuck around
I'mma body you
Figure it out
Anybody wanna come test ?
The Puerto Rican pessimist
Best to shut your fucking face and rest
Raid you like a pack of pigs or pests
God's finger was hyperextended
Cut the bloody thing off at the wrist
I prefer to try to serve
The coldest dish of ice
To those who might
Deserve these words
You don't even got a bit of a chance
Your cynical glance is pretty pathetic
You pitiful man
Wise Up
Aimee Mann
Eyes wide shut
Save the last dance