The Pilot Kids - Game Show | Текст песни

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• The Pilot Kids
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Intro
Host: Step right up, lucky contestant number 4, you’ve just won a brand new—
Jonny: Shut the fuck up…. this is my game show. And I’m taking all the goddamn money.

Verse 1
Just got off of probation
Dutches all in my basement
Fuck is all of this hatin’?
Oh, you must’ve thought I just say shit

I don’t bluff at all, I just fucked this broad and her
husband gone on vacation
I touch in all the right places
I-I-I touch in all the right places

Basic, Basically I’ma take this beat to the bank--
Don’t speak when I grace it.
You don’t wanna be a hater whenever you’re faced with
metal with a little bit of ghetto innovation.

Girl, you bad as fuck
Tatted up
We got a magic bus
Come back with us....

Pre
These homies standin’ wall to wall
Blowin’ all this money, throw it up and make it fall for the fuck of it
These bitches let you have it all
And I just can’t help but take it, don’t you know it’s not my fault
Yeah, I love this shit

Chorus
Step right up and try your luck tonight
They said this kid would never win but what do they know?
I’m playing to get paid so my life is like a game show

Host: Security!!
Jonny: Thank you, thank you all so much.
Host: Somebody call security!
Jonny: Oh, you want more? I couldn’t possibly!
Host: This man is crazy--
Jonny: Hey shut the fuck up!
Host: No, don’t hit me again!!
Jonny: Damn. You know what, just give me the microphone. I said give me the fucking microphone!!

Verse 2
Ok, now I’m about to take this—
this beat and make it famous.
So please don’t leave your seat, I guarantee you’ll be amazed.
It’s not every day that somebody just takes this— (BOO!!)
Please, sir, just be patient!
Look, I’ve agreed to give you a free teaser,
now shut the fuck up and look up at the stage, bitch.

I’m the creepy motherfucker in the back of the room attacking the bride and groom at the wedding because I’m on shrooms.
(Magic mushrooms, magic mushrooms)
These other motherfuckers are looking’ like Snuffaluffagus, huffing’ and puffin’ like they were running a marathon, dude.
(I’m tired, I’m-I’m-I’m tired!)
Everybody gonna be calling’ me bubble-gum until suddenly when I come in, I’m runnin’, screamin’ “I’ll burst your bubble”.
(Pop, ok, Pop, ok, Pop, ok, Pop)
When you see the white American suburbia motherfuckers in the building, man, you know you in a heap of trouble
(“They’re coming, did you hear me?! They’re coming!!”)

Bridge
We get drunk
We get high
Put ‘em up
To the sky-y
I don’t call it luck, I call it payoff
Now i’m in the playoffs
Doin’ so much fucking I should fuckin’ take a day off
Oh-ohhh

Yeah we grind
Won’t give up
Til we die-ie
I need everybody in this bitch to help me with a 50/50…
When this shit hits me, will I be history?

Pre
These homies standin' wall to wall
Blowin’ all this money, throw it up and make it fall for the fuck of it
These bitches let you have it all
And I just can’t help but take it, don’t you know it’s not my fault
Yeah, I love this shit

Chorus
Step right up and try your luck tonight
They said this kid would never win but what do they know?
I’m playing to get paid so my life is like a game show

Outro
Host: Well, folks, that’s the end of the show. Special thanks to our surprise guest for his little rapping performance, let’s give a round of applause.
Security, I want him out of here now!
Jonny: You’ll never take me alive!!!
Security: Well, you see what happens when you smoke the drugs and you fuck the bitches…you attack the hots of the show!!! It’s not right…

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