Chris Webby - Game Over (Official) lyrics

I'm a nutball, I walk in a label and scream, "f** y'all" f** a pub deal, I would rather be at a pub crawl And moreover, a natural born soldier That'll come to life like that bullet out that Korn poster See, I was born sober, but know that I'll die twisted I smoke every five minutes, now both of my eyes squinted I push a Q45 Infinite, my ride's tinted Sike, I'm on the F Train with homeless guys in it C'mon shorty, sky's the limit I got a brand new Metrocard that still has $2.25 in it So yo let's go to a sports bar 'Cause after a couple more shots, my standards will be almost as low as yours are Showed this girl named Megan my bunk bed Slid my balls in-between that s*ut's legs like a nutmeg Get it? A "nutmeg," I said her name was Megan That pun operated on three levels but nobody gets it I guess I make ya mind snap when I'm on tracks I'm like the rap version of John Nash but on crack I used to be an A student, okay stupid? Now I make great music, and the b**hes rage to it I go to the rave zooted, pop so much E Even the fat b**h pa**ed out is attractive enough for me Wakin' up on Saturday without a credit card I musta lost it last night, but after callin' every bar We went to of course it is at the random spot that's very far "Yo, I gotta couple hundreds." f** it, that's what friends are for Sippin' nasty liquor out a plastic pitcher While I'm throwing singles at the fattest stripper My producer is a chain smoker, I don't spend a day sober But as soon as we get our sh** together yo it is game over Yeah, You Are Not Alone coming soon! (Webby get 'em my dude)