GAMES (feat. Liam Day & j.j.)

Alright so, it's got its ups and downs, but it's kind of shit to be honest
But what isn't shit these day's
Now get out of here,
All Aboard the bloody Rowdog Express mate next off fucking Rowdog's Town

Fuck you, Rowan, you're a piece of shit
Mate I fucking love Rowdog's Town mate (Fuck all of ya, Fuck you mate Fuck)
Rowdog is a shit rapper!
LIAM IS A BETTER RAPPER THEN ROWDOG!!!

I need to hold it back
Like Chooper and he's running off
And he's off the rail's

You could see him
If your lying still
You might-You might see him
As he's flying past,

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about
But im here so im telling a story,
I started Rapping along then i thought
(Start Recording)

My head's been
abit of a mess (So?)
You better quiet it down

Rapping along to my bars
Getting around
China Town,
Guess I'm back again

Got the gas and lighter
Slap your face and then
Your a little Bitch
Want me to state again?

Im back and better then ever
I wanted you to know, But
Imma stick it back to Liam
Cause my tolerance is low
(Low)

Yea im gonna blast off
You can see me in the sky
Like a flare beaming
And you'll probably be thinking,
"Who is this guy?"
But I don't care (Nah)

I really couldn't give a fuck
My eyes are beaming
I can hear a slight sense
But you've got to listen
(Shhhhh)

Before I come back
On New Year's
And I supprise you like a new tradition
And I couldn't give a fuck (Nah)

You better watch over your shoulders
Cause I'm coming right back
Tumble down the hill
Just like a bolder

Right here
I'm touching down
To be specific
You and me
You've been talking shit,

Grounded and pound
Put your bitch ass to sleep
I hope i never see you around
And on that note
Pause for a sec

While i switch around,

(While i switch around)

(Chooper Reid Talking)

Where putting Tassie on the map, (Yea!)
Running back, It's like Monopoly
It's like sativa rapping attack,
I ain't like every other rapper
Talk about it

The stacks
Because the sacks that I'm stacking
Are full of bottles of Jack
The rap practice

What's holding me together
Rapping THC
The dopest
Because who done it better
(Who did it?)

Greeltalk around here
In the shittiest weather
And asking watching Dunn D,
Buying crocs and looking fresher
(You where sleeping at Greeley's Dickhead!)
What the fuck is with the violence
What the fuck is with the pressure
What the fuck is with the lying
What the fuck is with the pleasure

Home alone
Macaulay Culkin
Wait for somebody to get us
Criminals and suspects

Wait for someone to suspect us
Don't forget us
Don't surrender
Choosing beats and making treasures

Losing bridges,
Teaaching lessons,
I'm a shooter
Making efforts

I'm suspended
All these questions
I'm the only one who's guessing
Where I fit in

Like a trammel step inside
I got the presents
18,
19,
I don't play GAMES!
I don't play GAMES!
Nah, i don't play
I don't play GAMES!
I don't play GAMES!,

Fuck you, we don't play any of these fucking games,

Nah mate fuck all of ya
I'm fuckin better then you alllll,