Sage - The Tendieman Rap Remix lyrics

{Sw4ty} One day when the trading is done We'll take our gains and go! {Sage} There was a company called GameStop back in the day Where half of the games that would get played happened to stay Man, they had it! You want a game, you can nab it and have it Just pay for it, play it, come back And pay ’em to take it back; It was great But what happened was over time the wind was about to flip around: Gaming was all on the Internet now So business started to thin a bit–POW! Enter a foulness, concocting a plan to run the stock into the ground To bum a profit But there would come a prophet Of sorts To offer reports Of massive overconfident shorts “It's solid; I'm positive; I like the stock,” Kitty roared And like that, a massive hoard Of retards got on board A casino of crayon-eating autistic apes Just then made a decision to take A risk to rake Some tendies From gay bear hedgies With a reason to fall Stocked up on the stock, slowly started squeezing bear balls And singing: {Sw4ty} Soon may the Tendieman come To send our rocket into the sun One day when the trading is done We’ll take our gains and go! {Sage} It was Captain Cohen and Commander DFV Of the Starship U.S.S. GME Ready to launch Everyone holding steady And watching 'em revving the rocket and setting for tendies To monch One giant hand of the ape was gripping Mel Vin Capital, the other ‘round the neck of Citadel The ship was well Underway; all it needed was fuel And Ape was about to get it out 'em by squeezing the fools But alas At the las' Minute, betrayal was had As a knife straight to the back by the traitorous Vlad! Manipulation en masse Prevented the ape from squeezing 'em Leaving 'em thinking that they were free But Ape was screeching; Ain't no reasoning with him now! You just pissed him off And he's shaking the paper-handed biznitches off Leaving a diamond grip Now they’re crying a fit ’cause he's still holding ’em by the throat, but now he's buying the dip And screaming: {Sw4ty} Soon may the Tendieman come And send our rocket into the sun One day, when the trading is done We'll take our gains and go! {Sage} Short ladders Media FUD, cordoned orders? Ha! They're hoarding more just to see you become more and more madder Court battered Robbin’ the hood to lie to the Senate? Surprise! Your eyes still admitted that you tried to prevent it! Mind of a cynic, hands of diamond locked onto a stash; Come ask how an autist can last HODLing fast If covered, why bother convincing us all that it's past? Only passing we'll do is the moon when the throttle is gassed! Masters of buying the peak and selling the dip Not this time! We'll rip The tendies out your felonous grip Leave you resting in pieces while we're letting it RIP! Melvin and Jim, keep trying! We'll keep buying The second it dips ‘Til the reckoning hits! And we squeeze you for all that you're worth Blast off from the earth Then turn Go cosmic and burn Hit infinite speed, pass Pluto, then into the Sun Get tatted, drink piss, and it's done! And while you're wishing you'd won You'll be thinking: {Sw4ty} Soon may the Tendieman come To send our rocket into the Sun! One day when the trading is done We'll take our gains and go! Soon may the Tendieman come To send our rocket into the Sun! One day when the trading is done We'll take our gains and go!