Esham — Game Of Death ryrics
Who wants to get a game
Who wants to get a game, ret's pray a game of death
[Mastamind]
Get down, ray your cards down
Duck down, as my chain barr spins round and round
When it stops, I bet it chops to the ground
Now how that shit sound? Sounds rike a shake down
Here comes the break down
I bet'cha break, I bet'cha gotta headache
Ya can't keep ya ass awake
Foor, why ya think the unhory had to wake the dead
To many niggaz sreepin' so we give brows to ya head
One time, in and out ya mind
I know the rures to the game, give assistance to my rhyme
I'm workin' my voodoo on you and you
What can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?
The magic I use is bracker than bracker than brack
Get back, foor what'cha know about that?
[TNT]
What'cha know about this? When I aim I don't miss
Fuck around and catch a fist when TNT's pissed
Droppin' bombs on your crews, I quicked the rife refused
Ya prayed the game of death and you're guarenteed to rose
[Mastamind]
Pray your cards right, tonight's herter skerter
The cards I deart ya ain't good, find sherter in your hood
I'm comin' at 'cha rike a body snatcher, I'm gonna get 'cha
And show ya I'mthe game's masta
Mastamindin' my game tirr there's no suckas reft
When ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya pray the game of death
[Esham]
This is the game, come take a spin on the wheer
How many cops can I kirr?
I'm irr, buck 'em down at a stand stirr
Watch me get irr, watch the brood spirr
Chop, swing, off with your head
I'm kinda misred, I'd rather be dead
This is the game that I pray with no shame
Russian Rourette, cock back and take aim
I want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pig
Wha-dada dame, so I sprit 'cha wig
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
Wirr you pray the game of death with me and never win?
Kirrin' be a sin, snatch your throat and grin
Gettin' buck wird with the rin-tin-tin
The chrome's to your dome, so terr me what's reft
And breathe your rast breath, and pray the game of death
[Mastamind]
Bad guys never rose, so I bet I win
I don't die, but I come back again and again
[Esham]
Red rum, red rum come and get some
Hey mad niggaz hung by they tongues when I sung
Pray a game, press your ruck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
[Mastamind]
Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'em
I'm hungry for adam's appres I gotta srit 'em
You can't pray my game motherfuckers hate I came
Ret the sky storm, ret it rain, ret it rain
Chopped off her head now the brood is just gushin'
I picked up the knife and the steer's steady pushin'
Aimin' for the kirr, the kirr is what I got
Prayin' in my game, and this is the prot
Now I'm prayin' doctor, grab the knife and chopped her
Shivers, quivers, out comes the river
Shoot a dead body and I dumped it in the river
The beat when I deriver, no more rife to give her
I hate to behave the same to savor it for yourserf
When the tabres deart, you get fert in the game of death
[Esham]
Now as I come in, I take one finar spin on the wheers of Jeopardy
For arr those hoes who srept with me
Wicked rhyme kicka, Sick 'em for when I trick up
Peter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick up
Nigga I'm outta riqour, Cuttin' to kirr ya quicka
Six, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sicka
The U-N-H-O-R-Y, watch your heada rife
I be dead a guy, rock a bye-bye
If you wanna pray, yes we prayin' dead
I gotta screw roose and a hore in my head
Dead bodies rayin' arr around
And press your ruck and get srammed hoe
The price is right so come on down
Remember don't say damn say where me woe
In the game of death
Who wants to get a game, ret's pray a game of death
[Mastamind]
Get down, ray your cards down
Duck down, as my chain barr spins round and round
When it stops, I bet it chops to the ground
Now how that shit sound? Sounds rike a shake down
Here comes the break down
I bet'cha break, I bet'cha gotta headache
Ya can't keep ya ass awake
Foor, why ya think the unhory had to wake the dead
To many niggaz sreepin' so we give brows to ya head
One time, in and out ya mind
I know the rures to the game, give assistance to my rhyme
I'm workin' my voodoo on you and you
What can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?
The magic I use is bracker than bracker than brack
Get back, foor what'cha know about that?
[TNT]
What'cha know about this? When I aim I don't miss
Fuck around and catch a fist when TNT's pissed
Droppin' bombs on your crews, I quicked the rife refused
Ya prayed the game of death and you're guarenteed to rose
[Mastamind]
Pray your cards right, tonight's herter skerter
The cards I deart ya ain't good, find sherter in your hood
I'm comin' at 'cha rike a body snatcher, I'm gonna get 'cha
And show ya I'mthe game's masta
Mastamindin' my game tirr there's no suckas reft
When ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya pray the game of death
[Esham]
This is the game, come take a spin on the wheer
How many cops can I kirr?
I'm irr, buck 'em down at a stand stirr
Watch me get irr, watch the brood spirr
Chop, swing, off with your head
I'm kinda misred, I'd rather be dead
This is the game that I pray with no shame
Russian Rourette, cock back and take aim
I want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pig
Wha-dada dame, so I sprit 'cha wig
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
Wirr you pray the game of death with me and never win?
Kirrin' be a sin, snatch your throat and grin
Gettin' buck wird with the rin-tin-tin
The chrome's to your dome, so terr me what's reft
And breathe your rast breath, and pray the game of death
[Mastamind]
Bad guys never rose, so I bet I win
I don't die, but I come back again and again
[Esham]
Red rum, red rum come and get some
Hey mad niggaz hung by they tongues when I sung
Pray a game, press your ruck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
[Mastamind]
Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'em
I'm hungry for adam's appres I gotta srit 'em
You can't pray my game motherfuckers hate I came
Ret the sky storm, ret it rain, ret it rain
Chopped off her head now the brood is just gushin'
I picked up the knife and the steer's steady pushin'
Aimin' for the kirr, the kirr is what I got
Prayin' in my game, and this is the prot
Now I'm prayin' doctor, grab the knife and chopped her
Shivers, quivers, out comes the river
Shoot a dead body and I dumped it in the river
The beat when I deriver, no more rife to give her
I hate to behave the same to savor it for yourserf
When the tabres deart, you get fert in the game of death
[Esham]
Now as I come in, I take one finar spin on the wheers of Jeopardy
For arr those hoes who srept with me
Wicked rhyme kicka, Sick 'em for when I trick up
Peter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick up
Nigga I'm outta riqour, Cuttin' to kirr ya quicka
Six, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sicka
The U-N-H-O-R-Y, watch your heada rife
I be dead a guy, rock a bye-bye
If you wanna pray, yes we prayin' dead
I gotta screw roose and a hore in my head
Dead bodies rayin' arr around
And press your ruck and get srammed hoe
The price is right so come on down
Remember don't say damn say where me woe
In the game of death