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 sleepin` 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 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
Fuck around and catch a fist when TNT`s pissed
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 snatcher, 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 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?
Killin` be a sin, snatch 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 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 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 dick up
Nigga 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 damn say where me woe
In the game of death
