I did a parody of the first verse.
Players think I'm caught, just obscene
Cause all these ghosts sure as f*** ain't seen
Yellin' F11 all over my screen
Checkin' each level just to hear them scream
Log on a new acc, KD blown up
High to the moon, they call it rov'uh
Click my aimbot-controll'uh
Spin a headshot and say it's ov'uh!
Mods, don't you know?
The best, like TastyLimes I'm takin'-it-home.
I'm in the zone.
"That shot was hackin, maybe?"
If I gotta prove it, play me.
All these mods and players play and hate me.
Gunshots ringin out, up to the maximum.
But I'm still hearin your breath, do you think I'm dumb?
But I've got a secret, you see, I, um-
No, not gettin proof so your rage is done.
A kick again? This is a joke.
Breath is loud, and there we go.
Hackin? Maybe? You don't know?!
Headshot again, I watch you choke!
Smoke grenade is my solution.
You're dead again, and call me bulls***.
I tell you Get-some-Skills or keep on losin'!
All the mods are tryin catch me usin'
But I still ain't losin'!
Original first verse:
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um
will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
Originally Posted by snipermon
keep it up