Correction Lyrics Don’t Hate The Player by 3st

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F**k sports
Role playing’s all the rage

F**k Kim K
Felicia Day is a babe

F**k 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 cla**ic lines
I’ve mastered this Craft of Mine

Fair maidens on my
Gaming chair playing like
My c*ck’s an ocarina and
She’s tryna go back in time
I’m a thunder bagging dungeon dragon
Boss that leaves you b***on 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
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

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

Cla** gets the a**
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 V*****
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
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 me)
Don’t hate the player

Plastered w****s
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 sh*t 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 pa**ed 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

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