Blamegame Lyrics - God Loves Ugly - Atmosphere

(Slug) 

Yo yo yo... 

I wish that I had something to say 

That could wipe that smile right off of your face 

Here take my hand pretend you know my man 

Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game 

(Sample) 

(?) is a thing that we love 

So here's another one to get jealous of... do it Ja!(?) 

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(Slug) 

So put your hand up if you remember the Juice Crew 

They don't make em' like they used to 

This supposed to be the new school? 

Your guns are aimless, songs are nameless 

How long you been famous? 

I claim this region to hundred-mile radius 

Twin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the tastiest 

And you can hate me, it's part of the territory 

As long as you know it's impossible to ignore me 

From middle fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs 

The fights fist(?), might as well just take pictures of Slug 

And live out your own life to the fullest 

Why(? while?) you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in this bullshit? 

You could never learn how to ride a bike without balance 

So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talents 

Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat 

Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that! 

Father knows best, but Father knows stress 

But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest 

Damn he could use a good home cooked meal 

Been burnin' both ends since he broke the seal 

Up, up and away, watch him take off 

Give himself a little hell and quit the day job 

And ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write about life 

About face(?), break the fear, and you're here till the plight(?) 

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(Chorus) 

And I wish that I had something to say 

That could wipe that smile right off of your face 

Here take my hand pretend you know my name 

And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game 

(Slug) 

Cat's be walkin' into the spot like they own it 

Wearin' a face that they should save for they opponents 

With the shoelaces tied, you're(? yet?) too wasted to drive 

Either way I've arrived to bless this place with my vibe 

Yeah right, my vibe ain't even cool 

I sit in the corner and drink until I slur and drool 

The t-shirt says shoot pool, not people 

Kill time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go 

(Beat go beat go beat go) But that's good for me, 

It's hard to hide a magic card when you wear a short sleeve 

Force feed what I've got when they not hungry 

Tryin' to replace everything that they ripped off from me 

Bloke(?) the tummy, and choke the dummy theory 

Beat the point dead until these folks hear me clearly 

Keep it all simple, a simplistic intricate(?) 

Rebuild the robots with bigger tits and little fists 

Repo man(?), a world full of slow jams 

Grab the prize and clutch it tight with both hands 

Why go (?) talk 

Anyone that calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off 

I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm still here, right here 

Same spot that I stood when you first woke up 

The same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna fuck 

The same MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck 

(Chorus) 

And I wish that I had something to say 

That could wipe that smile right off of your face 

Here take my hand, pretend you know my name 

And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the game 

And I wish that I had something to say 

That could wipe that smile right off of your face 

Come here take my hand, pretend you know.know.know 

Blame it all on the game (Blame it all on the game) (x10) 

(Sample) 

Because of the beats other rhymes, when in fact it did (? whole line?)