Rap Game

作词 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Deshaun Holton/Denaun Porter/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle

作曲 : Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Deshaun Holton/Denaun Porter/Rufus Johnson/Ondre Moore/Von Carlisle

The rap game hip hop 101

The hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have

You can't learn this s**t in no history book

You ready to rap motherf**ker

You ready to sell your soul

Ha ha ha ha the rap game motherf**ker

I'm a disrupted n***a you made me crazy

You should've slayed me as a baby behavin' shadier

Than Wes Craven and you ain't even gotta pay me

I take pleasure of layin' a n***a down daily

You face me drunk or sober you'll faint fast

I'm never f**ked up to where I can't whoop yo' a*s

Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands ***k music

Is he rappin' it's cool but fools just don't confuse it

What happens these dudes get rude then I lose it

I'm scandalous I'll blow your two kids off the atlas

With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back n***a

You are not realer in fact you'll feel the effects

Of a crack dealer y'all presidents sends me smack

And got a Mac 10 with it so I ain't gotta rap

But I'm thankful for that don't mistaken me black

Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a f**kin' Cadillac

I'ma get snuffed 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down

I'll pipe down when the White House gets wiped out

When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out

Lights out b***h adios goodnight gunshot ah

Now put that in your little pipe and bite down

Think for a minute 'cause the hype just died down

That I won't go up in the oval office right now

And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down

I'm all for America ***k the government

Tell that C Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick

Motherf**ker ducked what the f**k Son of a b***h

Take away my gun I'm gonna tuck some other s**t

Can't tell me s** about the tricks of this trade

Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades

And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade

Shit's like a samurai sword a sensei

S** just don't change to this day

I'm this way still tell that ut

Slay itch bay

Uck say my ick day 'scuse my ig

Pay atin lay

But uck fay you ig pay 50

This rap game this rap game yeah

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

Man I'm tellin' you no it ain't happenin'

This rap game this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

This rap game this rap game

I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity

But f**k that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me

And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me

A pitt and rott mix f**k the dogs you sic on me

I'm sayin' you motherf**kers

Don't know us quit playin'

If I'm broke then I'm breakin'

Up in the place where you layin'

You know same s**t every n***a done in his life

look at this why speak

On what I want when I write

So why should I ever fear another man

If he bleed like I bleed

Take a piss and he stand

Okay you win you can say we can't rap

But no Source never made me not

Buy an album when they say it was wack

I walk in that party and just start bustin'

Right after I hear the last verse of self destruction

This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome

To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome n***a

I'm low down and shifty quickly call Swifty

To do a drive by on the tenth speed with 50

You're feelin' lucky Squeeze I catch you outside of

Chuck E Cheese with your seed you be an unlucky G

My lifestyle is unstable a partyin' addict

They said no fighting in the club

So I brought me a matic

Coughin' the static I jump n***as call me a rabbit

Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half with

Believe me we run this rap s**t fo' sheezy

Make makin' millions look easy

Everywhere you turn you see me

You hear me believe me

Before you see my pistol in 3D

No time to call a peace treaty

Dial 911 'cause you need the

Police to help you believe me

I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb

This is absurd these street n***as twistin' my words

We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood

'Cause Proof and Shyne man s** nothing in common

The nastiest band with gats in each hand

We never bow down to be a flash in the pan

No remorse f**k your stature dog

Nothing to do with hands when I clap at y'all

Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound

Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around

So we can battle with raps we can battle with gats

Matter of fact we can battle for plaques

This rap game

I'm too **kin' retarded

I don't give a f**k about my dick

That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbitt

My crew had an argument who was the largest

Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist

Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps

Well I really didn't but I did according to this contract

I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go

Freezin' 20 below forced to join Bel Biv Devoe

My little girl she shouldn't listen to these lyrics

That's why I glued her headphones to her ear

To make sure she hear it

If rap don't work I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks

Hahahaha 50 sing the hook

This rap game this rap game yeah

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

Man I'm tellin' you no it ain't happenin'

This rap game this rap game

I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game

I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game

This rap game this rap game

Yeah yeah yeah