Golden Era Records - Put Your Dollar Up lyrics

[Intro: Trials] I'm trapped in a deadly video game Mr. Trials, K21 And the only man on earth who plays more Call of Duty than me Seth Sentry, what's up motherf**er? [Verse 1: K21] I take a Leap of Faith, walking through the streets of Rage Lead the way, reality escaped and never came home They asked me where'd my day go, I told them that I'd laid low From trying to find where in the world is Carmen Sandiego They know that K owns, I make pro's the runner-up And rage-quit, flip and smash the screen like it's Shuffle Puck Thinking they can f** with us, come on up Put your money up, hit every bu*ton, bring a ton of luck Rising when the sun is up, return of the Belushi In Beast Mode, treating writer's block like it's Karoshi Finito, you high punch, I parry it and sweep low Kicked it with the redhead, she called herself D'Errico The coldest it's Sub-Zero, how I leave votes, your team torn Always get that lead score, tormenting your keyboard Give me that controller and I see war, you been warned Join the Battlefield squad and cover the jeep in C4 My clan tag reads "UMAD", I'm bad snatching crew's flags Or find me [?] So do that, do that, doo doo dat dat Even if there's whack lag, I'll ransack all that you and your mans have [Hook] Trapped in a deadly video game Trapped in a deadly video game Trapped in a deadly video game With just one man [Verse 2: Seth Sentry] I'm sick of all these morons telling me "get out more" (shut up) It sounds boring, but I did it, I am outdoors I'm at the park, with a slab of Draught on a patch of gra**, staring at the stars Thinking "f**ing hell, I can't believe how good these graphics are" (lifelike!) Yo, what you know about a lonely little motor mouse, zoning out, only twelve Blowing out the dust from the cartridge just to load it, get your little bro to hold it down I know it well, so buy me Bonestorm or go to hell (do it) That was way before I was 14, before I figured I could swear in a high score screen (f**!) Rap is just a stepping stone to getting stoned and being left alone And playing Xbox at home as a professional I'll let you know, I went to an expensive club They had a strobe light, I said "Well f**, this connection s**s" What's the deal? It's like nothing's real Saw a car crash on the news and my first thought was "Double k**" I broke up with Amanda,cause I found some damper and a tent in a van And man, I f**ing hate campers And hackers, aye yo they're dung, fork stab 'em Be catching two flags in a row, spawn trap 'em Complete madness, at least dammit I'm beast at it With these cannons in each hand, I will wreak havoc Give me some weed [?], some league matches I'm tea bagging your weak clans, I just keep mashing, your D-padding b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Trials] Bam! Put your quarter up f** it, put your daughter up I bet the best supplier in the world he couldn't score this much And the warden s**s, I'm trying to escape Pop the nazi in the face and have a party at my place (Wolfenstein!) Stick a dollar in the [?] 'till it's soaked Wrap it up in floss tight enough to pull, then in it goes Double 0 (double 5), called it like a hundred times Playing [?], saved a bunch of lives If you're not rocking with Hardcore Mode, that's like playing high jump with your bar too low Yo, remember all the p**n that you tried to hide from mum and dad? (Yeah) Mine was that, but instead a bunch of Hyper mags I bump COD and my k** streaks are filthy But this tan from the television isn't healthy I sat down to play Street Fighter like "Alright, yo I can do the Raging Demon even with my eyes closed" Five rounds and I f**ed 'em up flawless Born in '83, I played games before cordless Had two sh** Atari's, one stolen Amiga I was six, k**ing sh** with the Splatterhouse in SEGA Put your dollar up! [Hook]