BUCKWHEAT GROATS - Take Yourself Out Tha Game | Текст песни

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[Intro]
This song is dedicated to anybody who's ever been to that dark place, and can't find no way out

[Verse 1: Penis Bailey]
You're sitting in your room, you're crying like a little bitch
One more day you gotta face the world and all its shit
Look at yourself, you's a fucking mess
Bald head, man breasts, dressed to depress
No talent, bank account: low balance
You're stupid and your breath smell like egg salad
You used to dream of being famous
Now every night you gotta stick rectal suppositories up into your anus
Plus you got a bus pass, swagger on a minimum
Wife's been cheating on you since the turn of the millennium
People think you're mildly autistic, simplistic
Always leaving home without your wallet, you's a dipshit
Hardly Mr. Fix-It, more like Mr. Useless
Only got one option left and I suggest you choose it
I suggest you buy a gun, I suggest you use it
And kill yourself to this Buckwheat music

[Hook x2]
It's okay to take yourself out the game
You're the only person to blame, pussy, your life sucks
Your wife fucks, she fucks other guys
Your whole life is a mistake in your mother's eyes
It's okay to take yourself out the game
Put that burner up to your brain, and pull the trigger, player
And kill yourself, just kill yourself
Just kill yourself, just kill yourself

[Verse 2: Lil Dinky]
I hate to break it to you, homie, but your life's the worst
You drive a Hyundai, you should prolly upgrade to a hearse
It's not your fault, dog, you did the best that you could do
God must have spent a little less time on you
With your stomach troubles, always got the bubble guts
Stinking up the Starbucks bathroom, taking public dumps
Mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging mumbler
Your son called you gay on his Tumblr
But this your chance to make a positive difference
The world is positively better off without you in it
Your dad can finally say that you're a man, and that's real
Eat a bag of Jack Links' jerky for your last meal
People do it all the time, you can go the same route
Another flamer flaming out
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow your brains out
This life is a game, your game is rained out

[Hook]

[Outro]
Okay, it's the Groats, baby, 2011. You know, this world ain't meant for everybody, you know what I'm saying? Survival of the fittest, and only the strong make it. But sometimes, natural selection just needs a little push. It's up to you to make that happen
They say it's a cold world out there, but don't worry. You gonna be nice and toasty where you going, you feel me?

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