Cold Genus - Rap Game lyrics

[Intro:] Oh yeah, this is Cold Genus A genius at work, duck when I talk, bullets shooting right out If you want a credit, I'll give you a shout, representing the 223 The Glasgow rap scene, yo, yo [Verse 1:] Ayo, my mind is up in tha sky, like I k**ed myself with Meth Predict my own d**h, run miles with a load of piles breakin' tiles and flying ahead to planets, a mission that people have planned it with tablets, pills to be high, strawberry fields and hills A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction like a chain reaction with a problem at is impossible solve I'm sometimes horny as Satan, I might put myself on Hot or Not for a rating I'm blue like Eiffel, not the tower but the 65 group and Cartoons that got k**ed by the Witch Doctor I'm like a s**ual demon, shoot semen in tha sky Drain hole, in the bar playing snooker and pool Laughing at a diry joke that ain't funny, like a bunny swimming water Bikini girls in water, being wet makes them so much hotter Solving a code combination I'm starting at the bus station, my teeth sharper than razors Blades and razor thin scissors My lamination of narration Writing a verse that is a little based on Basic Instincts interrogation I'm facing tha window, later cooking dinner for my hoe Next week, she'll be getting a cheese roll [Chorus:] Onto the rap game, an everlasting game It'll last the same, the neverending Days to be spending when vibin' Driving, ahead into the game that'll never be dead Onto tha rap game, it'll never be dead [Verse 2:] Busting a rhyme, by the time I finish I may die a legand, golden coffin Soon I might be, if I don't stop coughing I never let down, slip down tha hill when dressed like a clown My words are so lethal It'll k** you in a second after we beef yo I put down a gat after I use on myself but survive it Battle a mother f**in' rapper and tell him that he was born a crapper Slapper to his homies, they can't go with these flows When i rap about cheese, Jesus, I think it's about time To rap a million, maybe more than a trillion I liked it when Jesus was crucified I bet then he lied, said he was k**ed without his permission This ain't a bible dissin', bible disses are good But this one may get more rude, ha I wish that I could read your mind Delete your memories through telekinesis Having diseased faeces, facing faces and winning races Onto tha rap scene, onto tha rap game [Chorus:] Onto the rap game, an everlasting game It'll last the same, the neverending Days to be spending when vibin' Driving, ahead into the game that'll never be dead Onto tha rap game, it'll never be dead [Verse 3:] Girls like my way, I do it every single day Some hoes wanna say that I look too gay f** them hoes, they can b**h all they like Their in risk of a b**h slap, getting dissed in a b**h rap Slammin' Cena and Rock, pennies in my pocket My mind, I can't solve it with some maths questions Dissings on a rap like sh**, there's things I'm missing Used to put up a fuss, might smoke weed in a bus Room smellin' like green, not money but d** to smoke Hoppin' out to cook some lunch but seen flowers in a bunch Found out it's for a friend, he also brought me a new trend My raps don't offend, maybe it does Flowin' a verse, rap for tha whole universe Savin' cash, some people are just a pain in tha a** Slammed on tha gas, broke a pencil From the middle in my college cla** I'll pa**, my mind is a bit retarded, it's been like that Since my life started, not to mention that I'm also cold hearted Onto tha rap game, the rap scene [Chorus:] Onto the rap game, an everlasting game It'll last the same, the neverending Days to be spending when vibin' Driving, ahead into the game that'll never be dead Onto tha rap game, it'll never be dead Onto the rap game, onto the rap game