This game s**s, kinda like this beat does Time to switch the game up. Go back, press B cuz These lame ducks all lined up? I hunt them; we eat up My doggs in the gra** for that a** and them zebras Survivors're no liver with lessons from Aretha Sack all these hacks if they can't keep up Alley cats crack wise til the p**y get beat up I'm so Frank. West would try to be us But that chance's slimmer than Hank Hill's urethra Come catch fade with a young dark Caesar If ya feel underpaid just throw them G's up; Grove Street money in the GTA-Trust Roam streets til they bust or they waste us A future we created that's so outrageous No murder, black birds; that's so Raven Can't you see beyond the words Who is paid to say them? Who is paid to explain? Who we pay to relay them? Everybody playing's either paying or evading Ammo over money in the multiplayer mayhem Ain't it funny? These NPCs think they're playing What's the deal, Guild seal? No red pills; I'm awakened Two 4Lokos, six shots (am I mistaken?) American Clay idols, lost souls, belly Aiken Mortal's buy dirt. I guess the sun is Satan's And, as long as we're Earthbound I won't be stuck home Rating all the worst sounds Rusty Ventures on the trombone; The album just went brown When I touch tones phones get whipped out And the tunes cross time zones
Hollaback. No Doubt. Yo, holmes, smell ya later Here's a letter to your sister, just Bill the Haters Sorry, Mister. Saturn's rings ain't enough to pay us Sleep on me if you want, d**h suggests you stay up Through a screen, darkly, constantly making my way up Grinding XP til my Windows go foggy Rapping, fapping, bowl-packin': three hobbies Harry's House Party with Kid, Play and Dobby La-di-da-di check it, Slick, you can call me Wreck-It Rick Gonna Ralph; you make me sick. Find me? Change your hopes Even with your rectum on my dick I'm still Gary Oak: You just can't catch 'em, Ash. Just ask Ashy elbows? That sh** makes no cash So, this game s**s, but it won't be the last I can switch it up: a Swisha blunt full o' gra** A Switchblade makes the cut. Burn a chomp, never pa** I'm the biggest Bully in my Rockstar cla** My doggs in the gra** for that a** and them zebras Survivors're no liver with lessons from Aretha Sack all these hacks if they can't keep up Alley cats crack wise til the p**y get beat up I'm so Frank. West would try to be us But that chance's slimmer than Hank Hill's urethra Come catch fade with a young dark Caesar If ya feel underpaid just throw them G's up; Grove street money in the GTA-Trust Roam streets til they bust or they waste us