Living Las Vegas

I play the game to reign

 Like Raiden gang banging in a rain hat

 On the play back

 Smack like a junky pumped up in a double dragon cage match

 Smashed

 Matter fact scratch that

 I'm Shinobi throwin stars through your metal oni face mask

 Blowin up your base laced with a laser for the jay cats

 Level up with back pack filled with some flat black

 A couple fat caps hangin off an overpass

 I feel like I'm Mad Max spelling out an ACAB like I'm Pat Sajack

 Phaser stay on kill so lames can stay sad

 Find my thrills in dudgeons of the way bad

 Been rad racing since way back

 The power gloved powered up

 So now bowser bout to get some payback

 Escape from death row

 I hit them with the death blow

 Even if I had a house on escrow

 I'm paying my debts though

 Me and my Modesto destros 

 Not putting up with your little gestos 

 Orchestral Maneuvers in the dark

 I lost my leg 

 Swimming in sewers with the sharks

 Do do do do do do do

 I don't really care

 What these other fools can do

 I'mma hit the last stage

 With the power up 

 All your little beta males bout to get alpha'd up 

 I'mma hit all your little mediocre raps

 With the meteora

 I absorb all the aura of the hora

 Pull the weapons out of storage

 Pull the punctuation to the story

 Watch me flow over this art form

 Destroy all these glow in the dark clones 

 Barely alive 

 Rarely defined

 Is that a twinkle or tear in your eye? 

 Don't ever cry for the 

 Swatted fly 

 Try to level up for the rest of your life 

 (Good luck) 

 I'll be gone in a minute 

 And I'm already limited by loss 

 Never really benefited from a boss 

 Love may leave you nailed to a cross 

 Truth may leave you dead by cop 

 Feeling some type of way about 

 Feelings inside of me 

 Violently vomiting 

 Bufo anomalies 

 Dividing me into microscopic pieces 

 It's hard to be calm when I'm constantly fighting 

 the powers that be are 

 Killing me softly

 Talk that and get the bitch slap 

 This fat boy eat ya quick then spit back 

 Quit that noise

 Unless you're organized 

 I've torn through hordes of guys 

 That poorly tried to rhyme 

 Day may blind you with sunlight 

 Knight may send you on balcony flight

 Better get a bodyguard 

 Better than Bobby Brown if you really wanna fuck around 

 I'mma body you

 Figure it out 

 Anybody wanna come test ? 

 The Puerto Rican pessimist 

 Best to shut your fucking face and rest 

 Raid you like a pack of pigs or pests 

 God's finger was hyperextended 

 Cut the bloody thing off at the wrist 

 I prefer to try to serve 

 The coldest dish of ice 

 To those who might 

 Deserve these words 

 You don't even got a bit of a chance 

 Your cynical glance is pretty pathetic 

 You pitiful man

 Wise Up 

 Aimee Mann 

 Eyes wide shut

 Save the last dance