paroles de chanson Game Over - PrinceRoc

They must not know who I am
They must forgot
Yeah
Oh, I'm back
Let's go to work
Okay

Fuck rap, u niggas need to step ya fuckin' bars up
Merk-city overlord, time to change tha game up
Monster when I'm on the beat, dare a niggas to challenge me
I'll end ya career like Nunes did Rousey
Boi wait a minute, you ain't even in my league
Yea you got a couple songs, but you don't practice what you preach
Yall some fake niggas and yall know it
Bed full of lies, I'm here to expose 'em, bitch
All I do is speak that real, reason why I ain't got a deal
Nigga you a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smite you for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, and UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm known to spit Ludacris
You a pebble, I'm a mountain, what's a mob to a king
Roc against these new rappers, I'm a dragon with da flames
Stay spittin' hot fire, like I change my name to Dylan
The game needs a change, and I'm here to bring the penicillin
Carolina bred with the swagger of a Texas nigga
Do it for the culture, ain't worry bout ya fuckin' figures
Lost Bailey boy, don't sweat the technique
Fuck around have ya body swimmin' up McCall Creek
Fuck ya pussy niggas that be mumbling on ya songs
Hop off ya producer's dick, start workin' on ya flows
This that blueprint to Illmatic, smoke ya Chronic, All Eyes on Me
South Cak on the rise, still a god in my city, Game OVer!

King of South Cak, bitch!
Man fuck these pussy niggas
Fuck these pussy niggas
Go In!

Okay
Fresh up out of Merk-City, orange tie, black tux
OrangeVille boss, bitch I'm bout to bring my team up
Zoomed past Yungstar, still reppin' Zonehouze
King of South Cak, bitch I'm back to take my fuckin' throne
Prince R-O-C, got a couple bones to pick
Why every nigga in my city wanna rap and shit?
Dey bout to get da guillotine, fruity pebble faggot bitches
You Simbas quit lion before I six-foot ditch you
Gone off promethazine, styrofoam, double cup
Movin' like a turtle, you can call me Michelangelo
You rappers all shelled shocked, Swagga on tenfold
If you listen to my songs, you'll have a lyrical overload
Mr. beat it up, it's what these hoes call me
I spit dat lil game, den I'll have dat pussy poppin'
Don't worry bout ya man, you can let dat nigga hate
'Cause his bitch exercising my dick like a shake weight
I'm so nasty, sewerage
Fuck the beat raw, no need for any lubricant
Call ya self the fireman, lemme get dat freezer quick
Cooler than anti-freeze, you rappers better banana split
I'm a real rapper, you niggas just pretend
Someone call Wayne, he is not the only martain
Wit my alien team, bout pop like a soda
Pacman flow, mutha fucka Game OVer! (I'm PrinceRoc!)

Yeah
I told you niggas when I come back
I'm going for heads
OV cllick!!
Friends?
Fuck Friends (La Familia's Own)
Comin' for every one of you bitches
Yeah
(Finish 'Em)
Okay

Uh
Took a break, now I'm back, what da fuck I miss?
The game needs change, and you cowards just adapt to it
You talk about the same shit, same styles, different name
A club bagger beat will rise any faggots to fame
Since I am a real nigga, gotta keep it 100 bruh
You rappers are some bitches, stilettos, red lipstick
Ru Paul niggas, fuck around and get ya wig split
All I do is win, you either lose or call it quits
Playin' with a full deck, you niggas are sum joker cards
Worried bout the zeros in ya check, instead of ya damn bars
Last of a dying breed, a making of a legend here
No wonder hip-hop is dying, a bunch of virus, no cure
That's why I jump up on the da scene, virgin pussy fresh
I'm shitin' with the lyrics, boi I'm bout to make a mess
Diarrhea flow, K$haun taught me that
Man, I'll kill a million rappers until Sumter on da map
Bow down, bow down, the new king on the throne
Poppin' rappers like sum pills, I hope I don't overdose
And you niggas betta fear every word that I speak
Because the great Biggie Smalls, living vicariously thru me!
While yall poppin' bottles of rosè, I'm just slowly changin' the game
La Familia be that click, Zonehouze, we runnin' thangs
It's that Liu Kang, Donkey Kong, Zelda, True Ogre
Mario lost his last life, bitch Game OVer
I'm unstoppable, dare a nigga to challenge me
Fuck around these rappers gonna need a pastor and a eulogy
Close casket service, merk-city assassin
Medieval with the rhymes, your top 5 can get this guillotine
Still the best rapper that from my city
Don't need no clout, middle finger your opinion
Chef cookin' in the kitchen, bitch I scorch my competition
Murder every fuckin beat, I'll kill your captains and lieutenants
GAME OVER!

Wooo