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Sep Seven Game Show Theme

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(First of all, let me introduce you… Seven, seven, seven, seven… ha ha!) The following program has been brought to you by Rhymesayers Entertainment. The following program contains explicit lyrics, and we, the producers, stand defiantly behind the views expressed in the following program. "All right all you players and player haters Once again it's time for the Sep Sev Game Show! Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota. This is the game where we make the average player a star. Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the Sep Sev Game Show. That's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev!" (All right y'all it's time. Beyond, I want you and Ant to hold down the front the main entrances, keep an eye on them security guards. Eyedea, you stay out here and keep the truck goin'. Yo me and Gene Pool we're gonna hit up all these sick dumb fucks. Everybody get ready drop the masks, turn the safety's off here we go, you ready? 1, 2, 3!) Yo, yo yo, fuck the money! Everyone on the floor, drop I want all the food in the bag I ain't tryin' to hear that sore talk Stole the dinner and rigged it to the freeway Flipped the screen play And made every love scene a three-way Soundtrack recorded here in Minne-snow-ta Tastes like ambrosia And disinfects pet odors Yo, let's hold our breath And show your chest If you're proud of it And wake me back to safety If you see me fallin' out a bit Under a full moon The color of my jism You can see her in the distance The images vivid And given the way the clouds moved It fucked with the lighting Grabbed me by the thoughts And pulled me tight like a kite string "All right, let's here it for contestant number one" (Woo, yeah, look at me. Woo, ha) "What's your name sir?" (I'm MC Famous the Killer.) "Okay Mr. Anus Driller, do you want to play the next round for a Lexus? Matching socks? Or a harem of horny Miami based video honeys?" (Oh my God, yo, a whole bunch of Bay Watch bitches!) "Or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with the money?" (I want the sex man, just gimme the chicks man, just let me touch ‘em man.) Now what if I spent My whole take home percent On gettin' bent And now I can't afford my rent Do I grab a crowbar to your back door? Or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? Fast forward I should be honest Cuz even my outer conscious Knows the odds of blowin' up Are equal to people wakin' up From sleepin' Keepin' me from retrievin'


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