Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master
Sit back, kick your feet up, find a cat and pet her
Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain
And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game
And i could see you coming home after work late
Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate
The game is electronic cat piss
Shopping i’ll be in paris
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
The best is that which i accept and nothing less
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Lyrical love and passion instead of trashing the game these rappers
And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see
Funny, cause i'm the dog and the cat dies in this movie,
But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.
And i got a little big, keep it low key
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