Esham - Game Of Death Lyrics
Who wants to get a gameWho wants to get a game, let's play a game of death(Mastamind)Get down, lay your cards downDuck down, as my chain ball spins round and roundWhen it stops, I bet it chops to the groundNow how that shit sound? Sounds like a shake downHere comes the break downI bet'cha break, I bet'cha gotta headacheYa can't keep ya ass awakeFool, why ya think the unholy had to wake the deadTo many niggaz sleepin' so we give blows to ya headOne time, in and out ya mindI know the rules to the game, give assistance to my rhymeI'm workin' my voodoo on you and youWhat can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?The magic I use is blacker than blacker than blackGet back, fool what'cha know about that?(TNT)What'cha know about this? When I aim I don't miss***** around and catch a fist when TNT's pissedDroppin' bombs on your crews, I quicked the life refusedYa played the game of death and you're guarenteed to lose(Mastamind)Play your cards right, tonight's helter skelterThe cards I dealt ya ain't good, find shelter in your hoodI'm comin' at 'cha like a body snatcher, I'm gonna get 'chaAnd show ya I'mthe game's mastaMastamindin' my game till there's no suckas leftWhen ya ***** with the wrong nigga ya play the game of death(Esham)This is the game, come take a spin on the wheelHow many cops can I kill?I'm ill, buck 'em down at a stand stillWatch me get ill, watch the blood spillChop, swing, off with your headI'm kinda misled, I'd rather be deadThis is the game that I play with no shameRussian Roulette, ***** back and take aimI want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pigWha-dada dame, so I split 'cha wigNot by the hairs on your chinny chin chinWill you play the game of death with me and never win?Killin' be a sin, snatch your throat and grinGettin' buck wild with the rin-tin-tinThe chrome's to your dome, so tell me what's leftAnd breathe your last breath, and play the game of death(Mastamind)Bad guys never lose, so I bet I winI don't die, but I come back again and again(Esham)Red rum, red rum come and get someHey mad niggaz hung by they tongues when I sungPlay a game, press your luck, punkI don't give a ***** punkIf the butcher knife don't cutThen I buck, buck, buck(Mastamind)Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'emI'm hungry for adam's apples I gotta slit 'emYou can't play my game mother*****ers hate I cameLet the sky storm, let it rain, let it rainChopped off her head now the blood is just gushin'I picked up the knife and the steel's steady pushin'Aimin' for the kill, the kill is what I gotPlayin' in my game, and this is the plotNow I'm playin' doctor, grab the knife and chopped herShivers, quivers, out comes the liverShoot a dead body and I dumped it in the riverThe beat when I deliver, no more life to give herI hate to behave the same to savor it for yourselfWhen the tables dealt, you get felt in the game of death(Esham)Now as I come in, I take one final spin on the wheels of JeopardyFor all those hoes who slept with meWicked rhyme kicka, Sick 'em for when I trick upPeter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick upNigga I'm outta liqour, Cuttin' to kill ya quickaSix, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sickaThe U-N-H-O-L-Y, watch your heada lifeI be dead a guy, rock a bye-byeIf you wanna play, yes we playin' deadI gotta screw loose and a hole in my headDead bodies layin' all aroundThe price is right so come on downAnd press your luck and get slammed hoeRemember don't say damn say where me woeIn the game of death
