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Killing Joke Fun And Games

Fun and games come out to play Fun and games for unknown days Fun and games come out to play Fun and games come out to play Fun and games come out to

I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme

, better than dope, off to the side Watchin you play games like the veteran coach If what you spit off the top's never been wrote Then why you all punchlines, you tellin a joke

the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer

loc, And I'm ready to do a job cause I aint not joke, Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin cause I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin,

Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show And for all and hoop games had hoes Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho' Reece assists and Redge

and rip it and stick it right up your septic and let it fuckin fester and eat away at your heartbeat and never regret it I've been cornfed, i'm born and

tha pump, with your chest and your face I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm thugged out! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan

to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun, makin' records to see your response But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these