This is a song about "Major league gaming"

I was born to do the damn thing

I do love mind gaming

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Makin major statements about outrageous crazy shit

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

And informing all you lames that i may not appear as major

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Everyday we make a major decision,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring