Hock Tu Down, Lee Scott, Jehst - Game On lyrics

OK! Game on! - Game on! - Game on!

Dear, whomever this concerns
I burn rappers and put pennies in their urns
(yeah)

Like, you should've read the hidden terms
Leopold, the broke Mr Burns
Kids of the Damned
I hold a grudge like a tight fisted man
With his last quid in his hand
I'm living life off the books
And under the table
AWOL when I'm up for appraisal
(What're you doing this for though, la?)
I'm doing this for me, fuck what you like
I'm cool, like a Bleeding Gums Murphy sax
Solo in the moonlight
I'm taking low down and dirty to a new height
Rocking two stripe tracksuit's
I teeter on the line
Between weirdo and weirdo
I just wanna live in the mountains
And let me beard grow philosophical shit:
Where did all the beer go?
Kind of smart for some stupid bastards
21st century goth
Al Gore with Google glasses
Am I moving forwards
Or are you moving backwards?

Game On!
Put your hands in the air like you care
Life isn't fair, I'm not living on a prayer
Pin your third eye open
Deck you if you stare very cult, much sweg
Many, many, rare

Put your hands in the air like you care
Life isn't fair, I'm not living on a prayer
Pin your third eye open
Deck you if you stare very cult, much sweg
Many, many, rare

Challenge me to play scrabble?
You'll be taking an insane gamble
Play it safe and take selfies
From the same angle like a spray vandal
First I shoot you with the gun
But stab you with the blade handle
How much marijuana can one brain handle?
I'm in a world of my own wayne Campbell
I'm a Leg End who ain't playing no games, so
Got a Doctor's note for this sprained ankle
Had my foot in the since donkey's, back when
We were cooking the raw and
First got it cracking
These fiends cleaned up their act
But now they're relaxing
These kids look at the snap
But can't read the caption
I lost the plot like a big screen adaptation
Your compensation is CGI animation
And it will take a nation
Delete button on the keyboard for y'all
It's character assassination!
I'm so lazy Lee carried the collaboration
I'm so crazily enamoured with imagination
That's why I stick to art
'Cos I'm the shit like a sticky fart
Syrup Super Squishy from the Kwik-E-Mart

Put your hands in the air like you care
Life isn't fair, I'm not living on a prayer
Pin your third eye open
Deck you if you stare very cult, much sweg
Many, many, rare

Put your hands in the air like you care
Life isn't fair, I'm not living on a prayer
Pin your third eye open
Deck you if you stare very cult, much sweg
Many, many, rare many, many, many, rare
Much cult very sweg
How many's too many? (Haha)