Game of Death

[Verse 1: Mista Doseha]
Let's imagine all the madness happening once the game begun
Me and GrewSum 'bout to do 'em, gruesome murder everyone
If it's loud in our surroundings, here's a way to turn it down
Get to busting in a crowd, everybody quiet now
Lay 'em down and get to serving rounds packaged in a clip
Keep my thumb around the lever, flip the automatic switch
And when she spit I get embarrassed like I gave it to her quick
She forgive mе 'cause I always let her talk a littlе shit
She a trip doing them dirty, she flirty and always be giving them brain
Here is the thing, she want to speak, I just pull on the trigger and hear what she saying
You can't evade all of the clapping that's happening, empty the clip and reload
This is a game that we play with your life and your soul, letting a murder unfold
If I said it, then I meant it, get into it, done and did it
Death will be your only sin, it's been an issue from beginning
I admit this sucker shit'll have me livid for a minute
Lord forgive 'em if we sin and take they soul if they won't finish

[Chorus: Mista Doesha]
They say I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in this bloody game of death
They said I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in my bloody game of death

[Verse 2: GrewSum]
I'm fuckin' crazy, bet I'm the one that they all run away from
Running up my numbers in this bloody game of death
Blades serrated, limbs get separated, face a fucking mess
I've been crazy since the '80's and I ain't ashamed of shit
Come here, lady, let's get medicated blazing on this spliff
Once she hits it and gets faded, I'm amazing with my gift
On this occasion I'm just spazzing with this razor in my grip
Collecting faces like Ed Gein is when he's making a new 'fit
Cut 'em, cut 'em! Fuck no, Donnie don't love him, catch up, probably no running
That cardio did your body no good 'cause you still got caught up and locked up and gutted
Just slop in a bucket, that's what you end up becoming
That's not the fate that you wanted, you fucked up and stumbled into me
I'm nutty as fuck and I don't need a drum for percussion
I'll beat the fuck out of 'em, keeping the tempo the same as the track
That I'm making right now on 'em
The saw and the sound that it's making is my favorite soundtrack for takin' them out to it
Fuckin' up counterfeits, takin' them down a peg
Leave 'em without a head, bleeding up out of it
You're just a pile of shit no one's about to miss
Doesha, let's show 'em there's no getting out of this

[Chorus: Mista Doesha]
They say I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in this bloody game of death
They said I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in my bloody game of death

[Verse 3: JP Tha Hustler]
When it come to Game of Life, I'm choosing to bring you death
You really have no clue how I'm seeping out your breath
With a rope or with a flamer, the candlestick I shake ya
A wrench into your forehead, let the handle break ya
I’ve rolled a Nat Twenty, you rolled a one
That means your ass to the barrel of a gun
Rawr! Rawr! Like a dungeon dragon
Shout to Busta Rhymes while I leave your guts hanging
I'ma lead you from the new school back to the old school
Beat you to the face while you laying in your own drool
Sorry not sorry 'cause there ain't no stoppin' me
I take your property, I own the whole monopoly

[Chorus: Mista Doesha]
They say I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in this bloody game of death
They said I should be ashamed of the evil that I've done
Chopping bodies into pieces, bag 'em up after I'm done
Love the sound a saw is making when it's tearing through the flesh
You gon' be the next contestant in my bloody game of death