Greydon Square - Game Genie lyrics

Yea, this feels good
That's what music is about, right?
It's supposed to make you feel good
No more no less well, I take that back
It's supposed to make you feel, but
You know? Yo, check it, look

You wanna battle, you stupid trust me
(dummy) , it's a bigger fantasy than John
Williams and George Lucas liar liar
So let's just set your pants on fire
I go to war with stars like
X Wings and Tie Fighters
And if you nervous it's
Curtains without the curtains
Steal the Delorean
Create a paradox on purpose
My flow is the Wicked Witch of the West
With the Wicked Witch of the East, sweet
Kissing her neck I don't care who it is
(uh uh) , everybody is next


I'll rip my arms off and tell
Them to battle my leg
And you just so stupid that
Probably went over your head
I'm that grenade without the pin
And you holding it in
Like a fart in an elevator with
A nine and a ten
Looking at you clench your booty
Cheeks nodding they head
Like yeah, we know what the hell
Why don't you let it out and poop
So you drop a silent but deadly one and scoot
You'll come home to me with your
Wife after a hard day
You'll have to believe that it's not butter
It's Parkay a SciFi nerd, I watch it all day
Too much Trek, BattleStar, Farscape
And Stargate
I'm in Las Vegas rolling a hard eight
Freddie vs Jason, part eight
I should charge you a fee
And we should use PayPal
Because my rhymes are super like Big Gay Al
(super) lyrically I'm off the charts
Like an imaginary red line spiking
Through the cardboard part
The wackiest craziest stuff ever
I'm out in a thong in
The snowiest rough weather keep your teflon
I'll just stick with the tough leather
You should try rapping sometime
Really it's much better
I'll flip it backwards like a gymnast master
Penis my suck, just can you bastard
Right off and laughter

You couldn't beat me with a Game Genie
And you getting penetrated with
The same weenie
Sitting there riding wishes with
The same Genie i'm at the sex olympics
I've got the game weenie

And you should read my
Lyrics after those four
They're colder than the other side of
A door in a snowstorm (What's my name?) The
Super-gross Greydon Square
I'll have to shut down my right
Hemisphere to make it fair
My similes and metaphors come out of my mouth
With so much force they dent metal doors
Swinging excalibrinian swords (yea)
I'm stealing everything in the store
Even yours
I'm stealing from the rich and the poor
I'll leave them poorer
Cause they should've been with me when
I was busting through the door
My body's actually stuck in the morgue (oh)
What you see before you is just
A digital projection from the borg
And I'm coming for war
So lock the two top locks with a
Two-by-four and look under your door
I'm a thundering storm who's born of a
A fat kid eating the cake
And wanting some more
A greater wizard than Gandalf or Dumbledore
I have six shots and I've sunken four
I'll jump aboard the Titanic as
It plunges inside the Atlantic
Get to the ocean's floor just to try salmon
My lifespan is longer than
The Cambrian expansion
With more equations than Albert Einstein
Had his hands in
What are the chances of you defeating me?
You ain't even in the same sport
Let alone league as me lyrically gifted
Leave you dripping like Syphilis
With more bruises than a child abuse victim
Wow

You couldn't beat me with a Game Genie
And you getting penetrated with
The same weenie
Sitting there riding wishes with
The same Genie i'm at the sex olympics
I've got the game weenie

That's what it's about feels good, don't it?
That's what I'm talking about
We're going to ride this one out
Thank you for listening i'm Greydon Square
Enjoy the night