b-mob – the death of the game lyrics
{intro}
(random background noise)
f-ck, i don’t want to have to do this man
come on man
yo, turn me up
these f-cking f-ggots are spreading like wildfire
x, you got me?
i can’t let this happen anymore. i can’t
you got me x?
x, you got me?
(humming)
you got me?
jetforce baby
f-ck facebook fans man
f-ck all you kids on facebook
(random talking)
this the death of the game bro
{verse:1 b-mob.}
listen closely
because i’m about to tell you all off
you all think you got b-lls but eckwalls the boss
i’m sawing you off like tree branches
each stanza demands the chance to reprimand you in advance
you can’t
stop speaking the patience beware
i rape, tear
cut you off like sagacious’ hair
this ain’t fair on the paper i’ll spare
you f-cking fruity f-ggots need to grow and enable a pair
i double dare anyone of you to dance with me
curtis, jesse, k-mar or anthony
i drink tampico and stampede your family
i can plead insanity
because you’ll be running frantically
i’ll leave your motherf-cking bl–dy bodies all over channel 3
walking through jamaica piffing hash relaxin’
squished a red ant
f-ck that might have been matt jackson
got to catch the first flight home
tight zone
these p-ssies repeating my name i thought i was mike jones
i’m trimming the fat from rap
surgical light bulb
and every black kids got the crazy white folk
it’s supply & demand b-tch
a song every 30 minutes means were tired of your d-mn sh-t
too many stories
and you can’t handle a mansion
eat another sandwich
what are you working on your man t-ts?
every 5 minutes i’m tagged in another video
all these kids thinking there critics
talking about if kids spit legit flow sick written too quick
get off the d-ck of the f-cking facebook silly hoes
dykstra, you think that your god sent. it’s nonsense
it’s your own status f-cking 500 comments
kg, you went to my school in 5th grade
now you’re stabbing gangsters with a switchblade
your b-tch made
i don’t care whoever’s repping poughkeepsie
b-tch please get the f-ck out of here
poughkeepsie is where the spicks be
word to 60
jose i see you clear
rap names magic
homie, go ahead and disappear
listen here we spittin’ fear
so bite me
i’ll hear out wife beaters before i listen to white-t
homies know frankie c. and cody jones are g-y
so eat me bro
suck on my y chromosome
i’m darth vader
it’s about to be attack of the clone
your boys back in the throne
i’m back in my zone
{outro}
yeah. that’s just my opinion bro. get at me dog. that’s all i can say.i’m just fed up man. you’d feel the same way if you were in my situation. this is b-mob. jetforce: fresh x, sicksense, coopa funky fresh, b-radical, lc, mikey la, up-and-coming ratchet. i’m off that free cooke sh-t. cooke’s back baby! and just so y’all know. it’s b-mob. b-mob is bomb backwards. cuz i’m the bomb b-tch. we taking off. the b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. minds mixtape coming out soon. you better think long and hard before you come back. that’s a wrap. fresco, turn me off dog
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