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Game over lyrics by Insane Clown Posse

Insane Clown Posse Game over lyrics
  • track 8 of 17, total running time 69:25
  • album Fearless fred fury
  • released in February 15, 2019
  • produced by DJ Mysterioso, Kuma, Mike P., Dr. Punch, Seven, St
  • record label Psychopathic Records
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Fearless fred fury tracklist

released 2019 via Psychopathic Records
1. Intro
2. Red fred
3. Fury!
4. West vernor ave
5. WTF!
6. Satellite
7. Seriously hilarous
8. Game over lyrics
9. Night of red rum
10. Low
11. Triplex
12. Nobody's fault
13. Hot head
14. Shimmer
15. Freedom
16. Beware
17. Like it rough

Game over song lyrics

Someone said there was a time when it costed a quarter
Maybe it still should sorta, enstill some kind of order
'Cause it's been weeks now since I put my balls to any water
Trash hoarder style, mildly I'm caught up in the slaughta
Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me
I beat the game and cheap once in just 3 months it took me
Eyes open wide, they thought I died, at the TV they shook me
Mom cooked for me, took a look mistook me for a Wookie
I stay put and put the poop and pee and snot, whatnot in jars, and screw
The top tight, go through a lot, it's not right, insight
Last night mom learned it wasn't right to fuckin interrupt me
She ran back up stairs I took a butter knife, punctured her butt cheek
My life is the monitor, my body's the remote
Do I leave this chair, nope, don't own a pair of shoes or coat
I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset
Reset, how many lives do I get? Am I dead yet?

You put your mother so far in debt, she had to sell your grandmother's jewelry
Start the fuckin' game!
You have zero pigmentation in your skin
When's the last time you got some sunlight?
Let's get a game goin'!
You can be heard cursing all the way down the block, those are elementary students you're arguing with!
Put the fuckin' game in!
Don't you have any desire at all, to at least fuck some pussy once in your life?
Who wanna game?

Another year another day spent, in momma's basement
So much hair, don't know where my face went and momma pay's rent
Damn wasted! Aced it, erase and chase it
So close I can taste it. Fuck outta my face kid! Windows!
Spray painted red chair!
Blew the fuck back Button tappin', nothin' happen! Damn! I'm fuckin' nappin'
Kill the captain, chill or zap 'em! Trap em and slap em!
Eight twenty three or three to noon, so, I ain't leaving soon
Tell the bitch, eat a dick, talkin' shit, in my earhole
He fuckin' called me fat though. How'd the fuck he know?
Is there some kind of camera on me, is it so?
'Cause I was jackin' off, only minutes ago
For me it's nothing to tell, a 9 year old
Fuck off fast, and if he was standing right here, I'd choke his ass
A Warrior on the screen, but don't pull my plug
Or you'll find me, stuck in my chair a worthless slug

How is that chair even comfortable?
It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck!
Start the fuckin' game!
Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all the nasty jars?
Let's get a game goin'!
Half the fucking yard outside is filled of pizza boxes!
The city trash wouldn't take em anymore!
Put the fuckin' game in!
Look at your fucking toenails, they look like prehistoric elephant tusks!
Who wanna game?

Carpultunnle Syndrome, only 3 figures left workin'
But still enough for me to claim, I'm an expert, in my profession
And my profession, is fictional! I don't get paid, I earn lives, in digital
I ain't been out in 4 years, doubt I'd fit up the stairs
Dreadlocks grown out of my nose, I've grown out my clothes
I'm naked, rockin' a blanket, my cock I spank my cockerspaneil
I smothered wide, under my thunder thigh
Hope I ain't do it to much pain, I'm to in to my game
Can't wait to see my girl again, next time
I'm playing Sims I'm a loof, not a total goof, I got time,
Truth I'm only 34. Mom what's the hurry for?
I had a cat a while back don't understand it though, it must of died, thought I smelt a dead animal
Big scary world out there, cold, inside
I'm tight, and every game I download, is a brand new life

All of your teeth are gone! What is it you got left there, what is that, 3?
Start the fuckin' game!
Have you even ever actually met any of these so called best friends that you game with?
Let's get a game goin'!
They could very well condemn this house based on the conditions of the basement alone!
Put the fuckin' game in!
What if you had a heart attack and died down here?
It'd be weeks before anyone even realized you were gone!
Who wanna game?

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check here the lyrics for Game over, the 8th song of the 17 recorded for the album Fearless fred fury, with a total running time of 69:25, by Insane Clown Posse. It was released on February 15, 2019 via Psychopathic Records, and produced by DJ Mysterioso, Kuma, Mike P., Dr. Punch, Seven, St.
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