Don't Hate the Player - 3st

Fuck sports

Role playing’s all the rage

Fuck Kim K

Felicia Day is a babe

Fuck your Air Jordans

It don’t get fresher

Than a neckbeard rolling up

In velcro Skechers

Creepers say your last goodbye

You don’t need an axe to find

A diamond in these classic lines

I’ve mastered this Craft of Mine

Fair maidens on my

Gaming chair playing like

My cock’s an ocarina and

She’s tryna go back in time

I’m a thunder bagging dungeon dragon

Boss that leaves you button mashing

Got the upper hand

I’m Little Mac

You’re like the punching bag and

Last time you were with your chick

I caught her using double bagging

Only time I saw you turning up

Was in the Club with Penguins

Hey m’lady

Let me kiss up on your hand

I’ve seen the open world and

You the fairest in the land

This Tiger will roar

Right through the PGA Tour

I got you open on the green

Now she screaming out Four (yo)

I got some Mountain Dew girl

Let’s pop some bubbly

Persuade a babe to blow

Let me roll my D20

Now I’mma put it bluntly

How I make it with the honnies

I’m disgusting and I’m ugly

But they love me cause I’m funny

Hate the game kid

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Hate the game kid

Don’t hate the player

Hate the game kid

Don’t hate the player

Don’t hate the player

Don’t hate the player

Hyrule with haikus

But don’t tell Link I think that

Zelda’s a waifu

When it’s high noon

Give me my cue

And I’ll break balls like Deadpool

With sights set on Caillou

The rap game’s the campaign, babe

You a side quest

Turn up on a Saturday

With science fiction digest

Class gets the ass

Check my vest and my fedora

So fresh that Lucario

Could sense it in my aura

I give the biddies chills

I’m a Blizzard gamer

I’m a man Reaper

No Mercy, Widowmaker

Your girl’s a real D. Va

And if you wonder why

She disappears for hours at a time

Well, it ain’t because she Tracer

I’m sharp with a pen

Your verses reading like Wingdings

I’ll make your girl splat

Using only an Inkling

I’m a bard on the mic

And I spit Faerie Fire

I’ll pop a Viagra

Call that performance modifier

While you flexing with your parents' money

On your snapchat

For something like a couple hundred people

Thinking that it’s damn great

I’ve got 11.7 thousand followers

On my Steven Universe fandom Instagram page

Hate the game kid

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Hate the game kid

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Hate the game kid

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Don’t hate the player

Plastered whores

Bouncing them Pong hips back and forth

Them curves got me stupid

Like I haven’t heard of math before

Tell her she my Zelda

But she beast mode in the bedroom

Like Ganondorf

So I had to slay her with my Master Sword

Gotta fess up

My brain is Chock full o’Nuts

But there’s a list of gals I want

And yes, your mama’s up front

When that Chewbacca looking wookie’s

Getting dropped like it’s hot

She’s on the hunt for jobs at the hut

With Jabba the Hut, what up

If you try to say Gerard Way

Ain’t your favorite emo singer

You can get down on your knees

And suck my Dorito fingers

BOOM!

I’m like Nikolai Belinski

Got the Call of Duty

You’re like Timmy Turner

All you’re hooking is a call with Tootie

I’m hung like a dragon

And I’ll make her moan

Bout to turn this couch

Into a scene right out of Game of Thrones

Cop a look at my comic book collection

That shit is authentic

It’s manga hotties with banging bodies

That’s anatomically augmented

My girl’s a nerdy kawaii kitty otaku

Straight stunting on you hoes

In her Sailor Moon costume

And if we passed a law

Making anime illegal

Here comes the fuzz like

Weeaboo!

Weeaboo!

Hate the game kid

Don’t hate the player

Hate the game kid

Don’t hate the player

Hate the game kid

Don’t hate the player

Don’t hate the player

Don’t hate the player