Game Genie

[Intro] Yea, this feels good That's what music is about, right? It's supposed to make you feel good, no more no less Well, I take that back It's supposed to make you feel, but, you know? Yo, check it, look [Verse 1] You wanna battle, you stupid Trust me (dummy), it's a bigger fantasy than John Williams and George Lucas Liar liar, so let's just set your pants on fire I go to war with stars like X-Wings and Tie Fighters And if you nervous it's curtains without the curtains Steal the Delorean, create a paradox on purpose My flow is the Wicked Witch of the West With the Wicked Witch of the East, sweet, kissing her neck I don't care who it is (uh-uh), everybody is next I'll rip my arms off and tell them to battle my leg And you just so stupid that probably went over your head I'm that grenade without the pin and you holding it in Like a fart in an elevator with a nine and a ten Looking at you clench your booty cheeks nodding they head Like yeah, we know what the hell, why don't you let it out and poop So you drop a silent but deadly one and scoot You'll come home to me with your wife after a hard day You'll have to believe that it's not butter, it's Parkay A SciFi nerd, I watch it all day Too much Trek, BattleStar, Farscape, and Stargate I'm in Las Vegas rolling a hard eight Freddie vs Jason, part eight I should charge you a fee and we should use PayPal Because my rhymes are super like Big Gay Al (super) Lyrically I'm off the charts Like an imaginary red line spiking through the cardboard part The wackiest craziest stuff ever I'm out in a thong in the snowiest rough weather Keep your teflon, I'll just stick with the tough leather You should try rapping sometime, really it's much better I'll flip it backwards like a gymnast master Penis my suck, just can you bastard Right off and laughter [Chorus](x2) You couldn't beat me with a Game Genie And you getting penetrated with the same weenie Sitting there riding wishes with the same Genie I'm at the sex olympics, I've got the game weenie [Verse 2] And you should read my lyrics after those four They're colder than the other side of a door in a snowstorm (What's my name?) The super-gross Greydon Square I'll have to shut down my right hemisphere to make it fair My similes and metaphors come out of my mouth With so much force they dent metal doors Swinging excalibrinian swords (yea) I'm stealing everything in the store, even yours I'm stealing from the rich and the poor, I'll leave them poorer Cause they should've been with me when I was busting through the door My body's actually stuck in the morgue (oh) What you see before you is just a digital projection from the borg And I'm coming for war So lock the two top locks with a two-by-four and look under your door I'm a thundering storm who's born of a [?] A fat kid eating the cake and wanting some more A greater wizard than Gandalf or Dumbledore I have six shots and I've sunken four I'll jump aboard the Titanic as it plunges inside the Atlantic Get to the ocean's floor just to try salmon My lifespan is longer than the Cambrian expansion With more equations than Albert Einstein had his hands in What are the chances of you defeating me? You ain't even in the same sport, let alone league as me Lyrically gifted, leave you dripping like Syphilis With more bruises than a child abuse victim Wow [Chorus](x4) You couldn't beat me with a Game Genie And you getting penetrated with the same weenie Sitting there riding wishes with the same Genie I'm at the sex olympics, I've got the game weenie [Outro] That's what it's about Feels good, don't it? That's what I'm talking about We're going to ride this one out Thank you for listening I'm Greydon Square Enjoy the night