Ras Kass - Gayme Over lyrics

Well at least he was smart enough
Not to rap about him
You ain't got no tears nigga
You got butterflies you tried to
Coverup with LA tats

I'ma get at you guaranteed I
Been spitting for ya
Ayo this fag shake his ass
For a couple dollas
I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
Even you know your career
Was basically through

I'ma get at you guaranteed I
Been spitting for ya
Ayo this fag shake his ass
For a couple dollas
I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
Even you know your career
Was basically through

I Chuck Lidell on tracks
When I spell it smell like crack
Hang you lil dicks upside down like bats
Who the face of LA?
Had to get ya butterfly covered up with LA
You the waste of LA get blast up in LA
Face down ass up in LA
You the crocodile hunter, I am the stingray
Making my day
One blood? More like Michael Jackson
Gets rid of one glove
Like I threw a snail at him
Get hit with one slug one six foot hole dug
One punch?
Never happened Playa hush ya self and if it
Ended a career you must of punched yaself
Ron Jeremy ass nigga, put ya dick in
Ya own mouth and suck yaself, bust yaself
So you can cum harder my
Oblongata is the fire starter
Don't make me none
Jayceon when I have beef I serve filet mignon
Don't make me do it to ya JT
Cause, I'll overdo it
Push your head in more combinations
Than a fucking rubix
Tongue Ring Queen lived in the burbs
He that black homo dude from
"Revenge of The Nerds"
Got signed to Aftermath
Dre dropped you twice
Then only clown to sell three
Mill and get dropped again, ahoa
No Doctors Advocate
Boy stranded on geffen and still
Ain't learned his lesson
Lying to the press and Internet thug
Its all good nigga in the end after you flop
I'll still invite you to be my myspace friend

I'ma get at you guaranteed I
Been spitting for ya
Ayo this fag shake his ass
For a couple dollas
I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
Even you know your career
Was basically through

I'ma get at you guaranteed I
Been spitting for ya
Ayo this fag shake his ass
For a couple dollas
I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
Even you know your career
Was basically through

That first song was a jab
This is part two of my trilogy feature
I promise number three is Ether
His only defense, I ain't said nothing new
But just because you already exposed don't
Make it any less true
This nigga life story switch like the
Butterfly effect: get the picture?
Just answer "yes" or "no" nigga
Are you a stripper? (Yes)
Went from crip to blood
We call that transformer
That man's a former Deuce Bigelow man whorea
Call him "Hurricane Game" cause he
Shake it like a saltshaker
Drop it like it's hot
Chippendale change of heart maker
Plus ya shoes ain't sellin'
You ain't no felon
Guaranteed bottle service when I
Break yo melon you ain't from no hood
Got bitch slapped by Suge
NWA? You's a HWA, "Ho With a Attitude"
Confusing banging with ballet
Catch him outside the club take
His car away like valet
Got Eazy-E tatted on ya arm bitch
His own son
Lil Eazy from Compton even said you a varmint
Rat ass nigga murk him on some calm shit
Plus my swags funky like
Serena Williams armpit's
Ahh, Made it through the hellhole
Your hood is Glendale to Melrose
Look at this black tickle me Elmo
Remember the time you rapped
Exactly like Shyne
Didn't even know this nigga and he
Shouts me out in rhymes like:

"yeah this killa Cali life is a mothafucker"
"Nigga you from Lancaster"
"Niggas hoppin off a lax's can't
Wait to see the sunshine" "Shut up nigga"
"Y'all must think it's all chips and
Championships in LA I got
Niggas from San Diego all the way to the bay"
"Who you got?" "E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass"
"Who?" (Haha ha)

I get it you my Stan gone bad miss me
Dave Chapelle lost episode
This nigga's my pixie
So I'mma stay on game like the referee
You lucky I'm on parole I been
Put steel in ya soul
Throw 'em to the wolves let
The street divide ya
American me that boy is prison vagina
And fuck if Interscope created you
Big Face done made you 50cent filleted you
Stupid, you played you jimmy can't save you
When I stick my whole arm through
Ya chest like Chris Angel
No love when I turn in ya
Clock and Flavor Flav you
No Crip or Blood when I gang bang you
I'm able to hop out GT's extra crisp
Spit green shit like possessed
Bitch in "The Exorcist"
Ho's I fuck swear I got the extra dick
My PO is healthy, My tec is extra sick
And since you tried to promote
Your record off me pal
"Eat or Die" the new album in stores now

Get real nigga pistol grip pump?
Nigga you's a high heel pump
Yeah, "Eat or Die" the new
Album in stores now fuck this faggot!

(G) I'ma get at you guaranteed
I been spitting for ya
(A) Ayo this fag shake his
Ass for a couple dollas
(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
(E) Even you know your
Career was basically through

(G) I'ma get at you guaranteed
I been spitting for ya
(A) Ayo this fag shake his
Ass for a couple dollas
(M) I murder mics man this that Massacre 2
(E) Even you know your
Career was basically through

Fake blood!