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letra de game of death - esham

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 sh-t 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 -ss awake
fool, why ya think the unholy had to wake the dead
to many n-gg-z sleepin’ so we give blows to ya head
one time, in and out ya mind
i know the rules to the game, give -ssistance 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 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
f-ck around and catch a fist when tnt’s p-ssed
droppin’ 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 comin’ at ‘cha like a body sn-tcher, i’m gonna get ‘cha
and show ya i’m the game’s masta
mastamindin’ my game till there’s no suckas left
when ya f-ck with the wrong n-gg- 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, c-ck 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?
killin’ be a sin, sn-tch your throat and grin
gettin’ 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 n-gg-z hung by they tongues when i sung
play a game, press your luck, punk
i don’t give a f-ck 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 motherf-ckers hate i came
let the sky storm, let it rain, let it rain
chopped 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 got
playin’ in my game, and this is the plot
now i’m playin’ 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 d-ck up
n-gg- i’m outta liqour, cuttin’ 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 playin’ dead
i gotta screw loose and a hole in my head
dead bodies layin’ all around
the price is right so come on down
and press your luck and get slammed hoe
remember don’t say d-mn say where me woe
in the game of death

- esham

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