Game Of Death

(albüm: KKKill The Fetus - 1993)

Who wants to get a game
Who wants to get a game, let's play a game of death

[Mastamind]
Get down, lay your cards down
Duck down, as my chain ball spins round and round
When it stops, I bet it chops to the ground
Now how that shit sound? Sounds like a shake down
Here comes the break down
I bet'cha break, I bet'cha gotta headache
Ya can't keep ya ass awake
Fool, why ya think the unholy had to wake the dead
To many niggaz sleeping so we give blows to ya head
One time, in and out ya mind
I know the rules to the game, give assistance to my rhyme
I'm working my voodoo on you and you
What can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?
The magic I use is blacker than blacker than black
Get back, fool 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
Dropping bombs on your crews, I quicked the life refused
Ya played the game of death and you're guarenteed to lose

[Mastamind]
Play your cards right, tonight's helter skelter
The cards I dealt ya ain't good, find shelter in your hood
I'm coming at 'cha like a body snatcher, I'm gonna get 'cha
And show ya I'mthe game's masta
Mastaminding my game till there's no suckas left
When ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya play the game of death

[Esham]
This is the game, come take a spin on the wheel
How many cops can I kill?
I'm ill, buck 'em down at a stand still
Watch me get ill, watch the blood spill
Chop, swing, off with your head
I'm kinda misled, I'd rather be dead
This is the game that I play with no shame
Russian Roulette, cock back and take aim
I want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pig
Wha-dada dame, so I split 'cha wig
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
Will you play the game of death with me and never win?
Killing be a sin, snatch your throat and grin
Getting buck wild with the rin-tin-tin
The chrome's to your dome, so tell me what's left
And breathe your last breath, and play the game of death

[Mastamind]
Bad guys never lose, 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
Play a game, press your luck, 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 apples I gotta slit 'em
You can't play my game motherfuckers hate I came
Let the sky storm, let it rain, let it rain
Chopped off her head now the blood is just gushing
I picked up the knife and the steel's steady pushing
Aiming for the kill, the kill is what I got
Playing in my game, and this is the plot
Now I'm playing doctor, grab the knife and chopped her
Shivers, quivers, out comes the liver
Shoot a dead body and I dumped it in the river
The beat when I deliver, no more life to give her
I hate to behave the same to savor it for yourself
When 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 Jeopardy
For all those hoes who slept 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 liqour, Cutting to kill ya quicka
Six, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sicka
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, watch your heada life
I be dead a guy, rock a bye-bye
If you wanna play, yes we playing dead
I gotta screw loose and a hole in my head
Dead bodies laying all around
And press your luck and get slammed hoe
The price is right so come on down
Remember don't say damn say where me woe
In the game of death