
Lord of the Game (Temper Tantrum Mix) Machine Girl
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[Intro]
Machine Girl
[Verse 1]
Into the flame, into the fire
With no regard for a thing
Fuck that, I'm the Lord of the Game
I rule this empire
I am the God of Hellfire!
—Game
Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt
'Cause no one has came even close to the train
Of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower
Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher
Than anything seen in your entire
Life spent in chains, sonic live wire
Electrified rain from thе lips of the driver
eht 'nippihW wheel
Flippin' donuts to peel
Out on thе face of the base; where's my lighter?
Need it to kill one more, and chill while I feel it so much
My gut burns like the tires
Movin' this movement of real shit inspired
By all that has come before this and was done
For the real ones packin' real guns loaded with power
Shower the slums with power from the war
Marching drums that have come to devour
The weakness that runs when we come, fuckin' cowards
Machine Girl
[Verse 1]
Into the flame, into the fire
With no regard for a thing
Fuck that, I'm the Lord of the Game
I rule this empire
I am the God of Hellfire!
—Game
Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt
'Cause no one has came even close to the train
Of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower
Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher
Than anything seen in your entire
Life spent in chains, sonic live wire
Electrified rain from thе lips of the driver
eht 'nippihW wheel
Flippin' donuts to peel
Out on thе face of the base; where's my lighter?
Need it to kill one more, and chill while I feel it so much
My gut burns like the tires
Movin' this movement of real shit inspired
By all that has come before this and was done
For the real ones packin' real guns loaded with power
Shower the slums with power from the war
Marching drums that have come to devour
The weakness that runs when we come, fuckin' cowards
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