Christchung: attention ppl, i went into a deep trance of relaxation, and i just got this message from the man himself
it took me awhile to translate....so here goes...
GAMEPUN
like morals im high in stature, im no propaganda manufacture after breaks more serious like a fracture, my mind is an amazing capture improve always like wise temple teachers, like films with special features my punches create mental seizures, im bacterium little dental creatures love pain even consider blisters treats, so you will never stop my winners streak i leave your life like dimmers bleak, like a black cat dont meet me in a street reasons you wont beat me i can cast a, bowl then break it down like pasta pull a quick one? better think faster, im dead before someone rips me off like a plaster so raw my mics dipped in holy water like sinners, mouth so dirty its washed out with thinners go to a catholic church and f u c k the sisters, right until my d i c k gets blisters my eyes forever open like a steward, underground king of the sewer enthusiastic like a puppy before being neutured, yet wise like ive been tutored leave you in a sticky situation like bitumen, give you over inflated obesity like michelin how could you call my lyrics a stitch up when, my lyrical talent will fit few men
it took me awhile to translate....so here goes...
GAMEPUN
like morals im high in stature, im no propaganda manufacture
after breaks more serious like a fracture, my mind is an amazing capture
improve always like wise temple teachers, like films with special features
my punches create mental seizures, im bacterium little dental creatures
love pain even consider blisters treats, so you will never stop my winners streak
i leave your life like dimmers bleak, like a black cat dont meet me in a street
reasons you wont beat me i can cast a, bowl then break it down like pasta
pull a quick one? better think faster, im dead before someone rips me off like a plaster
so raw my mics dipped in holy water like sinners, mouth so dirty its washed out with thinners
go to a catholic church and f u c k the sisters, right until my d i c k gets blisters
my eyes forever open like a steward, underground king of the sewer
enthusiastic like a puppy before being neutured, yet wise like ive been tutored
leave you in a sticky situation like bitumen, give you over inflated obesity like michelin
how could you call my lyrics a stitch up when, my lyrical talent will fit few men