Game Over Insane Clown Posse
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[Verse 1]
Someone said there was a time when it costed a quarter
Maybe it still should sorta, instill some kind of order
'Cause it's been weeks now since I put my balls to any water
Trash hoarder style, mildly, I'm caught up in the slaughter
Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me
I beat the game and ain't cheat once, in just three months, it took me
Eyes open wide, they thought I died, at the TV, they shook me
Mom cooked for me, took a look, mistook me for a Wookie
I stayed and put the poop and pee and snot, whatnot
In jars and screwed the top tight
Go through a lot, it's not right, in sight
Last night, Mom learned it wasn't right to fuckin' interrupt me
She ran back upstairs, I took a butterknife, punctured her butt cheek
My life is the monitor, my body's the remote
Do I leave this chair? Nope, don't own a pair of shoes or coat
I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset
Reset, how many lives do I get? Am I dead yet?
[Chorus]
"You put your mother so far in debt, she had to sell your grandmother's jewelry"
Start the fuckin' game
"You have zero pigmentation in your skin, when's the last time you got some sunlight?"
Let's get a game goin'
"You can be heard cursing all the way down the block, those are elementary students you're arguing with"
Put a fuckin' game in
"Don't you have any desire at all to at least fuck some pussy once in your life?"
Who wanna game?
Someone said there was a time when it costed a quarter
Maybe it still should sorta, instill some kind of order
'Cause it's been weeks now since I put my balls to any water
Trash hoarder style, mildly, I'm caught up in the slaughter
Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me
I beat the game and ain't cheat once, in just three months, it took me
Eyes open wide, they thought I died, at the TV, they shook me
Mom cooked for me, took a look, mistook me for a Wookie
I stayed and put the poop and pee and snot, whatnot
In jars and screwed the top tight
Go through a lot, it's not right, in sight
Last night, Mom learned it wasn't right to fuckin' interrupt me
She ran back upstairs, I took a butterknife, punctured her butt cheek
My life is the monitor, my body's the remote
Do I leave this chair? Nope, don't own a pair of shoes or coat
I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset
Reset, how many lives do I get? Am I dead yet?
[Chorus]
"You put your mother so far in debt, she had to sell your grandmother's jewelry"
Start the fuckin' game
"You have zero pigmentation in your skin, when's the last time you got some sunlight?"
Let's get a game goin'
"You can be heard cursing all the way down the block, those are elementary students you're arguing with"
Put a fuckin' game in
"Don't you have any desire at all to at least fuck some pussy once in your life?"
Who wanna game?
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