Fun N’ Games - Prozak

Fun n' Games

Fun n' Games

Fun n' Games

Fun n' Games ‘till somebody goes nuts

Hold up, bitch, I’m holding a four fifth

You’ll sure get your whole body throat slit

With a switch blade, you’ll get your whole throat slit

You better watch your mouth because you know who I roll with

I’m not talking about this rap shit, I’m talking about this gat shit

And when I see your soul, I’m a snatch it

Fuck around and end up inside of a casket

I’ll brace them like Jason Voorhees with a hatchet

Some people think I need some help, but I’m way past it

Locked in a padded cell, screaming with a straight jacket

I’m haunted by several spirits of dead poets

I think I’m Edgar Allen Poe, but I don’t know it

So don’t quote it, I’m not sure who even wrote it

At three A.M.

my hands become possessed, I can’t control it

It writes murder confessions from past times

And subliminal messages that I hide inside my rhymes

Hey man, why you talking so tough

No, for real, you be playing too much

And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts

Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts

Did I fail to mention, I’m manic depressive, obsessive-compulsive

Psychotic man that craves attention with a Smith and Wesson

Hit your chest and I’m hoping you learned your lesson

Grab your vest and better count your blessings

Because we’re midwestern, bitch you’re in a western

They call me John Wayne, shoot them up like Jesse James

Insane in the brain, like my homies Cypress Hill

Drugged out, thugged out, pop some pills, cock the steel

Shit, you want to ask me if this Glock is real

With just one pull of this trigger you’re in hell and now you’re out of here

You’re whole existence just disappeared

And just like Nostradamus I promise the end is near

I thought it sounded just like comets throughout the hemisphere

It makes you vomit like gin and tonic or everclear

Some people think I’m psychotic for talking to the mirrors

But I blame it on the narcotics that put me here

Hey man, why you talking so tough

No, for real, you be playing too much

And it’s all fun and games until somebody goes nuts

Until somebody gets stuck with my blade in they guts