"GAME OVER"

We all soldierz even after da game's over

If I pour my insides out

It a never amount to all da STRUGGLE n PAIN!

Walkin sidewayz over da plain

Damage control

Feel like I'm in an animal hole

"VENGENCE IS MINE" said da Lord

So Fuck all of my foe's

I don't give a shit! if you like it or not

My lyric's is HOT! 

Like da corner of Ellis Ave near da store of my old block

Bull-issh rap! 

I need it to STOP!

To me! 

My adversaries seen as floors I was lookin' to mop

Tryna teach these young dudes da plot

Dead bodies found in trash compactors, vacant lots

It's no escape when da reaper calls

Forgive me! 

I been OFF!

Since birth

Mama raised me in Church 

But I chose da other side of da search

Chasin' deez skirts

Lost most jobs dat I worked 

Feelin beatin' n hurt

Barz sting like bee's in a hive

Can't elude taxes n death

Cops wanna put you under arrest

She got a degree!

But she still under a desk

Bills pilin' up on top of da STRESS!

Clean it up! 

Ya flow is a mess!

My soul is possessed! 

In each verse I DEEPLY connect

CATCH WRECK! when I'm severin' necks

Invested some stock passed down from my Pop's

I remember growin' up n not havin a lot

But there was alwayz love on da block

Had a HOT CAR!

Women would flock

Fist-fight's in da street

Call me da butcher

Knife any beat

You candy-ass rapperz is sweet

When you speak

I try to keep from fallin' asleep

Every word I spit is hell-bent on maulin' ya meat

Dis is my PASSION!

VERBAL ASSASSIN! 

RED-DOT! 

Target deceased!

You fell off! 

Tryna harness da leash

Ain't no way to harness dis BEAST!

Sporadic thoughts when I rap

JACK!

MIND YA BUSINESS!

I don't spar or play wit kids like "Robin Williams"

Dis is more like IRON MIKE vs ROBIN GIVINS 

Laughin! 

Starin' at your pequino mittens

Dis is hard hittin

Get ya weight up or ate up in my mathematical division

P on ya Styles 

"Blowin Ya Mind"

I used 2 blow ounces of weed smokin'

Soakin' da times

Shawn's quotes belong in a shrine

Seen a lot of cat's status decline

I TOLD YOU!

Close ya eyez you could picture my rhyme's

Chalked OUT!

Picture da crime

Kill you in a cipher flippin', spittin', sinister lines

Mortal Combat!

KANO

I'll RIP ya spine!

Strictly a FLAME THROWER!!!

Dis is my craft 

No more quarters?

Game Over!

"GAME OVER" By Rashine McKoy