Game Over (feat. Chris Webby)

Kinetics and Chris Webby

The Joker, Part II

Kinetics:

I'm a nutball, I walk in a label and scream, "Fuck y'all"

Fuck a pub deal, I would rather be at a pub crawl

And moreover, a natural born soldier

That'll come to life like that bullet out that Korn poster

See, I was born sober, but know that I'll die twisted

I smoke every five minutes, now both of my eyes squinted

I push a Q45 Infinite, my ride's tinted

Sike, I'm on the F Train with homeless guys in it

C'mon shorty, sky's the limit

I got a brand new Metrocard that still has $2.25 in it

So yo let's go to a sports bar

Cause after a couple more shots, my standards will be almost as low as yours are

Showed this girl named Megan my bunk bed

Slid my balls in-between that slut's legs like a nutmeg

Get it? A "nutmeg," I said her name was Megan

That pun operated on three levels but nobody gets it

I guess I make ya mind snap when I'm on tracks

I'm like the rap version of John Nash but on crack

I used to be an A student, okay stupid?

Now I make great music, and the bitches rage to it

I go to the rave zooted, pop so much E

Even the fat bitch passed out is attractive enough for me

Wakin' up on Saturday without a credit card

I musta lost it last night, but after callin' every bar

We went to of course it is at the random spot that's very far

"Yo, I gotta couple hundreds." Fuck it, that's what friends are for

Sippin' nasty liquor out a plastic pitcher

While I'm throwing singles at the fattest stripper

My producer is a chain smoker, I don't spend a day sober

But as soon as we get our shit together yo it is game over

Yeah, You Are Not Alone coming soon! (Webby get 'em my dude)

Chris Webby:

It's game over, Mario's fallen into the lava

And you lost your last life playing Contra

Ain't no cheat code going to be helping you

when Webby fucking got ya

Frankenstein's monster mixed with a Chewbacca

It's game over, so let me score the last goal

So all you assholes better take yo ass home

While you posin' in pictures, I'll be chokin' a stripper

With every inch of my dick just like a boa constrictor

'Cause I'm awesome bitches, I ain't floss & riches

I'm leaving punk-ass rappers with some gauze and stitches

I'm a grown-ass man

Why they comparing me to kids who are

gettin' big doing the same shit that I did?

But shit I'm cool with blowin' up a little later in life

Long as I got some haze in the pipe and my paper is right

Still kill it On Demand like HBO

Shokin' motherfuckers screaming, "Don't tase me bro!"

I listen to that Ready to Die shit

You listen to Drake sing about how hard his life is

I don't like it, not trying to hate

But I just can't relate, I come from a different mindstate

'Cause I don't talk about love and shit, just fuckin' chicks

Bust a quick nut and split

Plus I'm making good money, I'mma run with this

If you made fun of me when I was broken, suck my dick

My Altima turned into a Camaro real quick

Now I make more than your parents do bitch

Off the writ, still kill it with my freestyle spit

On my CT shit 'till the day I quit

Stopped at the gas station for a blunt and a Lucy

Smoked out 'till I was talkin' like Chunk from The Goonies

But I rip raps with ease, I'm killin' 'em bitch please

You'll get eaten on the mic like a bacon, egg and cheese

C is from Connecticut, high as the tip of Everest

If she don't give me head, I'll have to serve it

Came at 6'1" but my ego's like 7'6"

Grab the hammer from Gallagher

and I'll make your melon split

Jack Frost couldn't spit this shit colder

That's why I walk around with a chip on my shoulder

I'm way more Dope but no it's not Couture

Christian's up in this bitch, it's game over