Game On - Reklews, Hock Tu Down, Jehst

Like, you should’ve read the hidden terms

Leopold, the broke Mr Burns

Kids of the Damned

I hold a grudge like a tight fisted man

With his last quid in his hand

I’m living life off the books and under the table

AWOL when I’m up for appraisal

(What're you doing this for though, la?)

I’m doing this for me, fuck what you like

I’m cool, like

A Bleeding Gums Murphy sax solo in the moonlight

I’m taking low-down and dirty to a new height

Rocking two stripe tracksuits

I teeter on the line between weirdo and weirdo

I just wanna live in the mountains and let me beard grow

Philosophical shit:

Where did all the beer go?

Kind of smart for some stupid bastards

21st century goth, Al Gore with Google glasses

Am I moving forwards, or are you moving backwards?

Game On!

Put your hands in the air like you care

Life isn’t fair, I’m not living on a prayer

Pin your third eye open, deck you if you stare

Very cult, much sweg

Many, many, rare

Put your hands in the air like you care

Life isn’t fair, I’m not living on a prayer

Pin your third eye open, deck you if you stare

Very cult, much sweg

Many, many, rare

Challenge me to play scrabble?

You’ll be taking an insane gamble

Play it safe and take selfies from the same angle

like a spray vandal

First I shoot you with the gun, but stab you with the blade handle

How much marijuana can one brain handle?

I’m in a world of my own

Wayne Campbell

I’m a Leg End

Who ain’t playing no games, so

Got a Doctor’s note for this sprained ankle

Had my foot in the since

Donkey’s, back when

We were cooking the raw and first got it cracking

These fiends cleaned up their act, but now they’re relaxing

These kids look at the snap

But can’t read the caption

I lost the plot like a big screen adaptation

Your compensation is CGI animation

And it will take a nation

Delete button on the keyboard for y’all

It’s character assassination!

I’m so lazy Lee carried the collaboration

I’m so crazily enamoured with imagination

That’s why I stick to art

'Cos I’m the shit like a sticky fart

Syrup Super Squishy from the Kwik-E-Mart

Put your hands in the air like you care

Life isn’t fair, I’m not living on a prayer

Pin your third eye open, deck you if you stare

Very cult, much sweg

Many, many, rare

Put your hands in the air like you care

Life isn’t fair, I’m not living on a prayer

Pin your third eye open, deck you if you stare

Very cult, much sweg

Many, many, rare

Many, many, many, rare

Much cult

Very sweg

How many’s too many?

(Haha)