Molemen, Aesop Rock, MF DOOM, Slug - Put Your Quarter Up lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[Molemen, Aesop Rock, MF DOOM, Slug - Put Your Quarter Up lyrics]
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
Put your quarter up, I got first (Sluggo)
And I'm the type of customer
That orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who
Goes by the name of Penny
The Last Starfighter
Searching for the Starfucker
The drunk parallel parker
Thank God for car bumpers
Another day, shot in the head and buried
While your wifey tries to convince me
That she shouldn't have got married
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
To the punk rock chicks that
Can't handle my hugs
I'll be standin upon the web
Born out of a thought
Where the spider makes her bed out
Of the carcasses she caught
Ayo, she's got that good head
Me I got dandruff
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs
Yo wait a minute savior
How about a little truth
You couldn't save yourself if you had
A cape and a phonebooth
The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater
The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber
And as God hovers up above
The highway and the chopper
I'm down here writing songs for her daughter
(Is that your quarter?)
"Trapped in a deadly video game
Trapped in a deadly video game
Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
Put your quarter up, brother
My underhanded summerjam escaped with a free
Game in my back pocket
The ego and the muddy gear leapt
Clear off the concrete valley
To murder silhouettes with a budget
That have me bummin' cigarettes
My soul stuck in a mudpit absorbing anchors
With a y-shaped water stick
And five great venoms
Caught it at the dog door by a
Sideways phantom with a
Swift attitude problem
Knuckling up with a carbon
Based common guarding goblin i'm drowsy
Who drifted by the lousy
Virgin Mary night light
Luminants that blew a kiss to sin
Would've said "Count me in" but
Just couldn't afford the bounty
I'll do the deed myself before
The second leaping sheep even got counted
Multiple tasking
Drastic unsocialable captain gasping
Jay Gatsby the great bashing
Open the plastic backspins
Strapped with a plague and a cocktail napkin
Wrapped in oragami dragon fashion
Flashed in a effort to smash your pattern
Pen magnanimous to say a little
On this ancient foundation
They found na-tions running
Bases for nickeltips
Coordinate the zoning and the
Speeders trickle drips out
I'll skip town once these
Upright citizens sit down
Uh yo, yo, I go next, put your quarter up
For bets, put your daughter up
MF is sorta corrupt
Not to be confused with the
Fake fly raw sound still the one who used to
Take your high score down
With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry
As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry
Shit y'all fairies take a loss like Slobodan
This goes out to man, woman
And child from Robotron before the end
I save the world like Defender
There's no time for curling up
To hurl from a bender
Like back when your last five
Never went to weed
More likely on like twenty
Rounds of Centipede
If it go fast or slow, no mattering
The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern
Those need to learn the technique, take heed
Note and switch like Spy Hunter when
He psst to the speedboat
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
"Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
Put your quarter up, I got first (Sluggo)
And I'm the type of customer
That orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who
Goes by the name of Penny
The Last Starfighter
Searching for the Starfucker
The drunk parallel parker
Thank God for car bumpers
Another day, shot in the head and buried
While your wifey tries to convince me
That she shouldn't have got married
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
To the punk rock chicks that
Can't handle my hugs
I'll be standin upon the web
Born out of a thought
Where the spider makes her bed out
Of the carcasses she caught
Ayo, she's got that good head
Me I got dandruff
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs
Yo wait a minute savior
How about a little truth
You couldn't save yourself if you had
A cape and a phonebooth
The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater
The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber
And as God hovers up above
The highway and the chopper
I'm down here writing songs for her daughter
(Is that your quarter?)
"Trapped in a deadly video game
Trapped in a deadly video game
Trapped in a deadly video game
With just one man"
Put your quarter up, brother
My underhanded summerjam escaped with a free
Game in my back pocket
The ego and the muddy gear leapt
Clear off the concrete valley
To murder silhouettes with a budget
That have me bummin' cigarettes
My soul stuck in a mudpit absorbing anchors
With a y-shaped water stick
And five great venoms
Caught it at the dog door by a
Sideways phantom with a
Swift attitude problem
Knuckling up with a carbon
Based common guarding goblin i'm drowsy
Who drifted by the lousy
Virgin Mary night light
Luminants that blew a kiss to sin
Would've said "Count me in" but
Just couldn't afford the bounty
I'll do the deed myself before
The second leaping sheep even got counted
Multiple tasking
Drastic unsocialable captain gasping
Jay Gatsby the great bashing
Open the plastic backspins
Strapped with a plague and a cocktail napkin
Wrapped in oragami dragon fashion
Flashed in a effort to smash your pattern
Pen magnanimous to say a little
On this ancient foundation
They found na-tions running
Bases for nickeltips
Coordinate the zoning and the
Speeders trickle drips out
I'll skip town once these
Upright citizens sit down
Uh yo, yo, I go next, put your quarter up
For bets, put your daughter up
MF is sorta corrupt
Not to be confused with the
Fake fly raw sound still the one who used to
Take your high score down
With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry
As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry
Shit y'all fairies take a loss like Slobodan
This goes out to man, woman
And child from Robotron before the end
I save the world like Defender
There's no time for curling up
To hurl from a bender
Like back when your last five
Never went to weed
More likely on like twenty
Rounds of Centipede
If it go fast or slow, no mattering
The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern
Those need to learn the technique, take heed
Note and switch like Spy Hunter when
He psst to the speedboat