(Verse 1) Someone said there was a time when it costed a quarter, maybe it still should sorta, enstill some kind of order, 'cause it's been weeks now since I put my balls to any water Trash hoarder style, mildly I'm caught up in the slaughta Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me I beat the game and cheap once in just 3 months it took me Eyes open wide, they thought I died, at the TV they shook me Mom cooked for me, took a look mistook me for a Wookie I stay put and put the poop and pee and snot, whatnot in jars, and screw the top tight, go through a lot, it's not right, insight Last night mom learned it wasn't right to fuckin interrupt me She ran back up stairs I took a butter knife, punctured her butt cheek My life is the monitor, my body's the remote Do I leave this chair, nope, don't own a pair of shoes or coat I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset Reset, how many lives do I get? Am I dead yet? (Chorus) You put your mother so far in debt, she had to sell your grandmother's jewelry START THE FUCKIN' GAME! You have zero pigmentation in your skin, when's the last time you got some sunlight? LET'S GET A GAME GOIN'! You can be heard cursing all the way down the block, those are elementary students you're arguing with! PUT THE FUCKIN' GAME IN! Don't you have any desire at all, to at least fuck some pussy once in your life? WHO WANNA GAME? (Verse 2) Another year another day spent, in momma's basement So much hair, don't know where my face went and momma pay's rent Damn wasted! Aced it, erase and chase it So close I can taste it. Fuck outta my face kid! WINDOWS! Spray painted red CHAIR! Blew the fuck back Button tappin', nothin' happen! Damn! I'm fuckin' nappin' Kill the captain, chill or zap 'em! Trap em and slap em! Eight twenty three or three to noon, so, I ain't leaving soon Tell the bitch, eat a dick, talkin' shit, in my earhole He fuckin' called me fat though. How'd the fuck he know? Is there some kind of camera on me, is it so? 'Cause I was jackin' off, only minutes ago For me it's nothing to tell, a 9 year old, fuck off fast, and if he was standing right here, I'd choke his ass A Warrior on the screen, but don't pull my plug, or you'll find me, stuck in my chair a worthless slug (Chorus) How is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck! START THE FUCKIN' GAME! Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all the nasty jars? LETS GET A GAME GOIN'! Half the fucking yard outside is filled of pizza boxes! The city trash wouldn't take em anymore! PUT THE FUCKIN' GAME IN! Look at your fucking toenails, they look like prehistoric elephant tusks! WHO WANNA GAME? (Verse 3) Carpultunnle Syndrome, only 3 figures left workin', but still enough for me to claim, I'm an expert, in my profession, and my profession, is fictional! I don't get paid, I earn lives, in digital I ain't been out in 4 years, doubt I'd fit up the stairs Dreadlocks grown out of my nose, I've grown out my clothes I'm naked, rockin' a blanket, my cock I spank my cockerspaneil, I smothered wide, under my thunder thigh hope I ain't do it to much pain, I'm to in to my game Can't wait to see my girl again, next time I'm playing Sims I'm a loof, not a total goof, I got time, truth I'm only 34. Mom what's the hurry for? I had a cat a while back don't understand it though, it must of died, thought I smelt a dead animal Big scary world out there, cold, inside I'm tight, and every game I download, is a brand new life (Chorus) All of your teeth are gone! What is it you got left there, what is that, 3? START THE FUCKIN' GAME! Have you even ever actually met any of these so called best friends that you game with? LET'S GET A GAME GOIN'! They could very well condemn this house based on the conditions of the basement alone! PUT THE FUCKIN' GAME IN! What if you had a heart attack and died down here? It'd be weeks before anyone even realized you were gone! WHO WANNA GAME? (Repeat Nerd)

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Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Joseph Utsler