Текст песни Esham f TNT and Mastamind - Game of Death
Esham f TNT and Mastamind - Game of Death слова песни
Who wants to get a gameWho wants to get a game, let`s play a game of death(Mastamind)Get down, lay your cards downDuck down, as my chain ball spins round and roundWhen it stops, I bet it chops to the groundNow how that shit sound? Sounds like a shake downHere comes the break downI bet`cha break, I bet`cha gotta headacheYa can`t keep ya ass awakeFool, why ya think the unholy had to wake the deadTo many niggaz sleepin` so we give blows to ya headOne time, in and out ya mindI know the rules to the game, give assistance to my rhymeI`m workin` my voodoo on you and youWhat can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?The magic I use is blacker than blacker than blackGet back, fool what`cha know about that?(TNT)What`cha know about this? When I aim I don`t missFuck around and catch a fist when TNT`s pissedDroppin` bombs on your crews, I quicked the life refusedYa played the game of death and you`re guarenteed to lose(Mastamind)Play your cards right, tonight`s helter skelterThe cards I dealt ya ain`t good, find shelter in your hoodI`m comin` at `cha like a body snatcher, I`m gonna get `chaAnd show ya I`m the game`s mastaMastamindin` my game till there`s no suckas leftWhen ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya play the game of death(Esham)This is the game, come take a spin on the wheelHow many cops can I kill?I`m ill, buck `em down at a stand stillWatch me get ill, watch the blood spillChop, swing, off with your headI`m kinda misled, I`d rather be deadThis is the game that I play with no shameRussian Roulette, cock back and take aimI want me some bacon, so I`m fina cutta pigWha-dada dame, so I split `cha wigNot by the hairs on your chinny chin chinWill you play the game of death with me and never win?Killin` be a sin, snatch your throat and grinGettin` buck wild with the rin-tin-tinThe chrome`s to your dome, so tell me what`s leftAnd breathe your last breath, and play the game of death(Mastamind)Bad guys never lose, so I bet I winI don`t die, but I come back again and again(Esham)Red rum, red rum come and get someHey mad niggaz hung by they tongues when I sungPlay a game, press your luck, punkI don`t give a fuck punkIf the butcher knife don`t cutThen I buck, buck, buck(Mastamind)Watch me get `em, watch me hunt `em out and hit `emI`m hungry for adam`s apples I gotta slit `emYou can`t play my game motherfuckers hate I cameLet the sky storm, let it rain, let it rainChopped off her head now the blood is just gushin`I picked up the knife and the steel`s steady pushin`Aimin` for the kill, the kill is what I gotPlayin` in my game, and this is the plotNow I`m playin` doctor, grab the knife and chopped herShivers, quivers, out comes the liverShoot a dead body and I dumped it in the riverThe beat when I deliver, no more life to give herI hate to behave the same to savor it for yourselfWhen the tables dealt, you get felt in the game of death(Esham)Now as I come in, I take one final spin on the wheels of JeopardyFor all those hoes who slept with meWicked rhyme kicka, Sick `em for when I trick upPeter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick upNigga I`m outta liqour, Cuttin` to kill ya quickaSix, six, six, `cause I`m sick sick sickaThe U-N-H-O-L-Y, watch your heada lifeI be dead a guy, rock a bye-byeIf you wanna play, yes we playin` deadI gotta screw loose and a hole in my headDead bodies layin` all aroundThe price is right so come on downAnd press your luck and get slammed hoeRemember don`t say damn say where me woeIn the game of death