Game Killa

+INTRO:
*SIIIGHHH * I ain’t wanna say it but they way I’m feeling lately/ id hate me, I wouldn't play me/ it’s crazy, my shit is way be-yond anything you’ve ever went to lay on a song, I think you chasing the wrong shit when you placed for this job/

VERSE 1:
And you all know that, it Drives me crazy/
Your flows so wack, you fucking lazy/
With Bars like that, sucka’s hate me/
And if You going for ya biscuit then its fuck ya pastries!/
I don’t give a (WHAT??), I’m ducking
Mainstream/
You couldn’t take me with the fucking
A-team/
I don’t even know where the fuck I’m
Aiming!
I just pull on the trigger when your up in
AP (Oops) (aah)

I’m diving in the hymen again/ look at these rhymes that I pen/
Bitch, I am a sin.../ ain’t no one trynna play me with me, you’ll die in my pen
Rap has me ignoring my family and fucking lying to them/
But once you reach a certain level its better than any high I have been/
Ah shucks, I must of been cuffed to this beat and drum kit/
This shit is something I should of never of fucked with/ but fuck it I’m done bitch

CHORUS:
Insane Brain, iller with the rhymes i write

So vein game killa with the cianyde

So strange they feeling all the rhymes inside

My dang reigns real its like a 9 to 5

Remain sane/ but you dang game killa
Remain sane/ but you a dang game killa
Remain sane: but you a dang game killa
For really you be the illest when you spitting the flames, you got game!

VERSE 2: ($PEX) : YO THIS IS $PEX, TIME FO A COLLABORATION
T VERSE TOLD ME HOP UP ON THA TRACK, TO GET YOUR HEARTS RACIN
YOU MOTHA FUCKAS TOLD ME I WAS NUTTIN, NOW U HEAR IT FROM MY BRAIN
IT'S LIKE I TOOK A FUCKIN SCALPEL AND PUT A NEW ONE INSIDE COBAIN!

OKAY?!?!? WHAT'S THAT?!?!/ YOU GOT SUMTIN TO SAY?!?
WHEN IT COMES TO THIS SHIT, YOUR THE ABEL, AND I AM CAIN!
WHAT? SORRY, DON'T UNDERSTAND THESE METAPHORS?
OR FUCKIN SIMALES, YOU NEVER HEARD OF THEM BEFORE?!?!

LET ME ELABORATE, I AGGRAVATE, EVERY SINGLE LAME, THAT'S IN THIS GAME. I KILL THIS MIC , LEMME DEMENSTRATE, I MEDICATE, AND I ISOLATE, INSIDE MY ROOM WHILE I SUFFOCATE, ANXIETY TRYNA MEDITATE, SO I TAKE A RIG TO MY VEINS, SHOOT D8S TIL MY BLOOD COAGULATES. AAAGGGHH!

I FUCKIN KNEW IF I DIDN'T MURDER THIS VERSE, IT WOULD COME BACK TO HAUNT ME, AND PUT ME IN A FUCKING HEARSE....!! I LIVE IN THA IA, HARDLY GETTIN PAID, SIIIGGGHHHH .. EYE AM ENTERTAINMENT MANE!!!!!!!!!!

VERSE 3:

And to Most of these local kats/
If I would of gotten into rap the same time as you did!/ no one would even know you!/
I’m way better than you with half the time with the rhyme, like I’m fucking wines/
I just keep getting better with every record I drop/ more complex off the top with the thoughts than ever before!

My brain, is untamed/
My octane, is on flames/
I’m Doc Strange, I’m Darth Vade/
I’m Goth’s Bane, in long chains/
A lot changed/ So god damn/
I’m all game, Lebron James/
A sharp pain, a saw blade/
With arms, legs, a large brain/
You all lame!

CHORUS: (FADING OUT OUTRO)
Insane Brain, iller with the rhymes i write

So vein game killa with the cianyde

So strange they feeling all the rhymes inside

My dang reigns real its like a 9 to 5

Remain sane/ but you dang game killa
Remain sane/ but you a dang game killa
Remain sane: but you a dang game killa
For really you be the illest when you spitting the flames, you got game!

* BEAT DROPS AGAIN & SONG ENDS *