[Hook: GZA]
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
[Verse 1: Slug]
Put your quarter up, I got first (Sluggo)
And I'm the type of customer that orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who goes by the name of Penny
The Last Starfighter, searching for the Starfucker
The drunk parallel parker, thank God for car bumpers
Another day, shot in the head and buried
While your wifey tries to convince me that she shouldn't have got married
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
To the punk rock chicks that can't handle my hugs
I'll be standin upon the web, born out of a thought
Where the spider makes her bed out of the carcasses she caught
Ayo, she's got that good head, me I got dandruff
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs
Yo wait a minute savior, how about a little truth
You couldn't save yourself if you had a cape and a phonebooth
The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater
The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber
And as God hovers up above the highway and the chopper
I'm down here writing songs for her daughter (Is that your quarter?)
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game—
"Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
[Verse 1: Slug]
Put your quarter up, I got first (Sluggo)
And I'm the type of customer that orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who goes by the name of Penny
The Last Starfighter, searching for the Starfucker
The drunk parallel parker, thank God for car bumpers
Another day, shot in the head and buried
While your wifey tries to convince me that she shouldn't have got married
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
To the punk rock chicks that can't handle my hugs
I'll be standin upon the web, born out of a thought
Where the spider makes her bed out of the carcasses she caught
Ayo, she's got that good head, me I got dandruff
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs
Yo wait a minute savior, how about a little truth
You couldn't save yourself if you had a cape and a phonebooth
The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater
The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber
And as God hovers up above the highway and the chopper
I'm down here writing songs for her daughter (Is that your quarter?)
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