Game Over

Someone said there was a time when it costed a quarter
Maybe it still should sorta, instill 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 a slaughter
Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me
I beat the game and it cheaped once in just three months it took me
Eyes opened wide, they thought I died, it's a TV, they shook me
Mom cooked for me, took a look, mistook me for a Wookiee
I stayed put and put the poop and pee and snot
Whatnot in jars and screwed the top tight
Go through a lot of SnapRite insight
Last night, Mom moaned, it wasn't right to fucking interrupt me
She ran back upstairs, 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?

You put your mother so far in debt, she had to sell
Your grandmother's jewelry (Start the fucking game)
You have zero pigmentation in your skin, when's the last
Time you got some sunlight? (Let's get a game going)
You can be heard cursing all the way down the block, those are
Elementary students you're arguing with (Put the fucking game in)
Don't you have any desire at all to at least fuck
Some pussy once in your life? (I wanna game)

Another year, another day spent in Mama's basement
So much hair, don't know where my face went, and Mama pays rent
Damn, wasted, aced it, erase it, chase it
So close I can taste it, fuck out of my face, kid
Windows, spray-painted red, chair, blew the fuck back
Button-tapping, nothing happened, damn, I'm fucking napping
Kill the captain, chill or zap him, trap him or slap him
8:23 Or three to noon, so I ain't leaving soon
Tell that bitch eat a dick talking shit in my ear hole
He fucking called me fat, though, how the fuck he know?
Is this some kind of camera on me? Is it so?
'Cause I was jacking off only minutes ago
For me, it's nothing to tell, a nine-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 sucking my terror worthless slug

How is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it
Was crushed by a monster truck (Start the fucking game)
Oh my Jesus Christ, what the hell is in all
Them nasty jars? (Let's get a game going)
Half the fucking yard outside is full of pizza boxes, the city
Trash wouldn't take 'em anymore (Put the fucking game in)
Look at your fucking toenails, they look like
Prehistoric elephant tusks (I wanna game)

Carpal tunnel syndrome, only three fingers left working
But still enough for me to claim I'm an expert in my profession
In my profession, inspectional
I don't get paid, I earn lives in digital
I ain't been out in four years, doubt I'd fit up the stairs
Dreadlocks grown out of my nose, I've grown out my clothes
I'm naked, rocking a blanket, my cock I spank, my cocker spaniel
I smothered mine under my thunder thighs
Hope I ain't doing too much pain, I'm too into my game
Can't wait to see my girl again, next time I'm playing Sims
I'm aloof, not a total goof, I got time proof, I'm only thirty-four
Ma, what's the hurry for? I had a cat a
While back, don't understand it, though
It must've died, thought I smelled a dead animal
Big scary world out there, cold inside, I'm tight
And every game I download is a brand new life

All your teeth are gone, what is that you got left
There? What is that, three? (Start the fucking game)
Have you even actually ever met any of these so-called
Best friends that you game with? (Let's get a game going)
They could very well condemn this house based on the
Conditions of the basement alone (Put the fucking game in)
What if you had a heart attack and died down here? It'd be
Weeks before anybody even realized you were gone (I wanna game)

Start the fucking game
Let's get a game going
Put the fucking game in
I wanna game

"Fuck, man, it's so hot."
"Well, we're in the pit of Hell, haha."
"Man, you seem like such a-"
"What?"
"Such a cool dude, man."
"Aw, thanks."
"Why the fuck are you down here?"
"I can chalk that up to one night."
"What happened?"
"Me and my girl, we used to hang out and get drunk in this old
Cemetery, and I'm fucking around and here's one of those little
Mausoleum buildings that people are buried in, and I'm fucking
With the door and it opens, you know? So I go in, and it slams
Shut behind me, and I'm looking at all this shit this guy's
Buried with. One thing was this old bottle, it just said 'Red Rum'
On it, and there was actually some still in there, you know?
And the girl I'm with is kind of a dog-faced gremlin, so I thought
'Hell, maybe a swig of this and she'll be a little hotter,'
Haha. So I pulled the cork off it, and holy shit, what an odor
But you know what? I fucking slammed it, and oh man, my head
Started spinning. I got this rush, and next thing I knew, I said-"