CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pull the Plug
Hello, Jayceon Taylor
You don't know me
And nobody knows you
You have grown into a mold
A disgusting fungus
Latching onto the shadows of the fifteen months of fame
You had in 2004
You used to be a team virus
But know you have spread and infected the airwaves
And now you must be stopped
I want to play The Game
Your life is a lie, Mr. Taylor
Swift is the b***erfly knife that will attack this faded LA star
Time to face the music, Mr. Taylor
Hate it or love it
Make your choice
Your biggest fan, this is Stan
I remember 'fore the drugs made you miserable
When you were kissing Marshall's a** crack in an interview
You don't want a beef with Eminem
He s-he shreds (Hahaha)
When he was at the top of his pinnacle
Minimum: centerfolds, platinum records, radio spins, and pin up po-sters
Eminem's record breaking album, The Marshall Mathers LP (Hahaha)
It made you jealous that morning
On the podcast with N.O.R.E
They tried to tell you to stop, but you had too many 40's (Hahaha)
You were drunk as a trucker, talking delusional stories
The Game is fulla snakes
It's Medusa's medulla you're sporting (No cap)
Your nutty dad
Played with your- oh no (Whoops)
Let's not backtrack, nope
Don't need a flashback, so
Let's have a quick talk 'bout
Your f**king Snapchat, ho
We know you love these 16's
But we ain't talking these verses
R. Kelly's your right opponent if we're talking bout Verzuz (Hahaha)
Game, you don't wanna go Verzuz against Eminem
Yes, I do! What do you mean? Yeah, I do
Showing all that fake love to Nipsey since his death date
While your manager runs around tryna leak his sex tape
Tryna profit of Prolific merch
Leaching off Nipsey's name
Milked a legend's murder while making fict**ious claims
We just wanna get one thing straight with you
We broke this game
Played it and still left with change
Highest score and the game is over
My God, you're just not the same
Old man, hang it up
Closing credits said it's done
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plu-
You sure you wanna do this?
Hell yeah, I wanna f**king do this
Look, he mentioned her name, aight?
He's on the Instagram and sh*t, liking and commenting on her pics, this motherf**ker's got it comin'!
Aight, then
Yo, Matthew, you ready or what?
Yeah, hurry the f**k up!
He's waiting for this Uber around the block
Quick, before he cancels, we only got one shot at this!
Man, shut the f**k up!
Listen, first of all you need to change your voice and sound all white and sh*t
Ok? You gotta-You gotta seem innocent, dude (Yeah)
It's the only way this is gonna work, bro
Let's hear your overly racist white voice
Ah, f**k, aight
Hey, Grandma, just got one more Uber pick up
I'm kinda close to the scary streets of 8 Mile
Please make sure to warm up my gla** of milk
And have my favorite episode of Friends on
Where Ross and Rachel argue over whether it was a break or not
Perfect
Yo, by the way, guys, they were on a break
Hell naw, they weren't
Bro, Ross is a dog, he cheated on her for sure
Man, shut the f**k up, and get in the trunk!
This skit's taking way to long!
We're gonna lose our YouTube audience's retention
We ain't doing no f**king ten minute track full of filler!
Now, move!
Ok, I'm going, I'm going
Wow, dude has a f**king att**ude problem
I wonder if he talks to his mom that way
Alright, get in, get in, get in
Alright, pull it shut
Yeah, I know, dumba**!
F**k, it's tight as f**k in here
Bro, that's my a**hole!
What are you doing!?
Ok, fellas
Time to get back to my Uber pickups
So I can back home and listen to the new Eminem greatest hits album
While eating Mom's Spaghetti in my jammy jams
10-4
You ready?
Swinging bars with no hits
What are you numb, Chuck?
You're iller than COVID and Corona
Same thing, dumb f**k
Oh, you're the verbal Voorhees
Murder stories, no Ouija
But The Game's only scary cause his pen got more ghosts in it than Purgatory (Boo!)
When did you become vicious?
A thug spittin' about guns clickin' 'n how you f**k women
Pu**y, I bet that you love kittens, pause (Paws)
You softer than fudgesicles
Dumb b*t*hes with trust issues
Getting drunk by ordering from menus at brunch venues
You love giving your drug dealers and thugs kisses
Plus tongue tickles to each ones nipples (Pause)
What's your dumb sh*t crew you brung with you trynna jump into?
Ball's in your court (Swish)
And these d**ks got their heads in The Game
No wonder they come (c*m) dribble
But I'm not playing (Nope)
The only dunks they'll do is flushed tissues
Take a shot, no mug pictures
Drunk b*t*hes, you're in (urine) trouble
If all you got is just pistols
Step up or p*ss off
You might as well have sung "Thriller"
Fistful of filler and punches that never land
Like the come from children (Heehee)
Sorry, it's just easy to grill you
Cause you bite so hard you could crunch crystals
Games broke, no start from scratch tonight
And one foul line
You need the hype
Can't stay on beat to save your life
So we're pulling the plug, b*t*hes
This is how you do
Make a Cameo taking calls (For real)
Or at least take your loss
50 Cent played The Game like arcades in halls
We just wanna get one thing straight with you
We broke this game
Played it and still left with change
Highest score and the game is over
My God, you're just not the same
Old man, hang it up
Closing credits said it's done
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plu-
Hey, uh, Game?
I mean, uh, looks your profile has your name as...Doja?
Yeah, that's my male stripper name
Uh, ok
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-Nit
Well, hey, please help yourself to the refreshments
I have bottles of green tea and La Croix back there
Oh! Also, if you need to charge your phone
That reaches all the way ba-
Yo, shut the f**k up, cracka!
East Compton in the house, without a doubt, just pa** me the aux cord or you get smacked in the mouth
Ok, sorry, sir
Uh
I'm just trynna play my favorite songs
Here ya go!
Some DMX, Tupac, maybe some Nipsey Hustle?
Nah, what you talking about?
I only post some rappers up on my page for the clout, so bounce
Uh
Cause it ain't nuthin' but a G thang
Ok, uh, sure!
Uh
I used to make money as a stripper with my g string
Ok, sorry, sir, uh
I'm 'bout to play my favorite song, "Crack a Bottle" by Eminem and 50 Cent, now shut up and drive
Yo, let me see that hat
Yo, get off me!
Yo, is that a Starter cap?
Get off me!
Is that Eminem's autograph?
Yo, gimme that sh*t
What the f**k!?
Get off me, Game!
What the f-
Yo, what are you doin'?
Yo, Denace and Spencer, lets go, move, move move!
Lets go, lets go!
Move, move!
What the fu-
Yo, pa** me the duct tape
Aye, stop!
What!? Just tie him down!
He just-
Yo, why's he hard?
What th-
Yo, why is he hard right now!?
Shhh
Hush, little baby
Don't say a word
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Game's fulla mean anger (Yeah)
Wannabe teenager
Breathe, hater!
Most people's windows are places to see and seize nature
Escape it
No cheat code, cheat mode, GTA V faker
Freeze, player!
We all know 50 Cent was your screensaver
Milking off everything he churned out
We need a deepfake for
His b***erface once it flies through
This electric cheese grater (Vrm, vrm!)
You let your emotions control you (Yeah)
Pushing b***ons so no one consoles you (Yeah)
You are so old you
Rap in a phone booth (Wow)
But still can't call out your own truth
Can't no longer watch this (Nope)
The Game is becoming Tik Tokxic (Tik Tok)
Sexcapades with the toddlers
Throwing shade like a solar clock is
Tell us again, my friend, who's daughter you holding hostage (Dada?)
Pathetic clown, that is not it
Game's a load of nonsense
Stolen pop hits (Yeah)
G-U Not diss (Yeah)
40 Glock sh*t (Yeah)
Photoshoppin' (Yeah)
Postin' Pac pics (Yeah)
Showin' c*ck prints (Yeah)
Slowin' profits (Yeah)
Homie's not rich (Yeah)
Flow is dog sh*t (Yeah)
No one rocks it (Yeah)
No more concerts (Yeah)
That would stock it (Yeah)
Broken logic
Joe Exotic
Go to college
Or close your coffin, stop it
I'm just playing Game, you know we love you
You don't know me
And nobody knows you
You have grown into a mold
A disgusting fungus
Latching onto the shadows of the fifteen months of fame
You had in 2004
You used to be a team virus
But know you have spread and infected the airwaves
And now you must be stopped
I want to play The Game
Your life is a lie, Mr. Taylor
Swift is the b***erfly knife that will attack this faded LA star
Time to face the music, Mr. Taylor
Hate it or love it
Make your choice
Your biggest fan, this is Stan
I remember 'fore the drugs made you miserable
When you were kissing Marshall's a** crack in an interview
You don't want a beef with Eminem
He s-he shreds (Hahaha)
When he was at the top of his pinnacle
Minimum: centerfolds, platinum records, radio spins, and pin up po-sters
Eminem's record breaking album, The Marshall Mathers LP (Hahaha)
It made you jealous that morning
On the podcast with N.O.R.E
They tried to tell you to stop, but you had too many 40's (Hahaha)
You were drunk as a trucker, talking delusional stories
The Game is fulla snakes
It's Medusa's medulla you're sporting (No cap)
Your nutty dad
Played with your- oh no (Whoops)
Let's not backtrack, nope
Don't need a flashback, so
Let's have a quick talk 'bout
Your f**king Snapchat, ho
We know you love these 16's
But we ain't talking these verses
R. Kelly's your right opponent if we're talking bout Verzuz (Hahaha)
Game, you don't wanna go Verzuz against Eminem
Yes, I do! What do you mean? Yeah, I do
Showing all that fake love to Nipsey since his death date
While your manager runs around tryna leak his sex tape
Tryna profit of Prolific merch
Leaching off Nipsey's name
Milked a legend's murder while making fict**ious claims
We just wanna get one thing straight with you
We broke this game
Played it and still left with change
Highest score and the game is over
My God, you're just not the same
Old man, hang it up
Closing credits said it's done
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plu-
You sure you wanna do this?
Hell yeah, I wanna f**king do this
Look, he mentioned her name, aight?
He's on the Instagram and sh*t, liking and commenting on her pics, this motherf**ker's got it comin'!
Aight, then
Yo, Matthew, you ready or what?
Yeah, hurry the f**k up!
He's waiting for this Uber around the block
Quick, before he cancels, we only got one shot at this!
Man, shut the f**k up!
Listen, first of all you need to change your voice and sound all white and sh*t
Ok? You gotta-You gotta seem innocent, dude (Yeah)
It's the only way this is gonna work, bro
Let's hear your overly racist white voice
Ah, f**k, aight
Hey, Grandma, just got one more Uber pick up
I'm kinda close to the scary streets of 8 Mile
Please make sure to warm up my gla** of milk
And have my favorite episode of Friends on
Where Ross and Rachel argue over whether it was a break or not
Perfect
Yo, by the way, guys, they were on a break
Hell naw, they weren't
Bro, Ross is a dog, he cheated on her for sure
Man, shut the f**k up, and get in the trunk!
This skit's taking way to long!
We're gonna lose our YouTube audience's retention
We ain't doing no f**king ten minute track full of filler!
Now, move!
Ok, I'm going, I'm going
Wow, dude has a f**king att**ude problem
I wonder if he talks to his mom that way
Alright, get in, get in, get in
Alright, pull it shut
Yeah, I know, dumba**!
F**k, it's tight as f**k in here
Bro, that's my a**hole!
What are you doing!?
Ok, fellas
Time to get back to my Uber pickups
So I can back home and listen to the new Eminem greatest hits album
While eating Mom's Spaghetti in my jammy jams
10-4
You ready?
Swinging bars with no hits
What are you numb, Chuck?
You're iller than COVID and Corona
Same thing, dumb f**k
Oh, you're the verbal Voorhees
Murder stories, no Ouija
But The Game's only scary cause his pen got more ghosts in it than Purgatory (Boo!)
When did you become vicious?
A thug spittin' about guns clickin' 'n how you f**k women
Pu**y, I bet that you love kittens, pause (Paws)
You softer than fudgesicles
Dumb b*t*hes with trust issues
Getting drunk by ordering from menus at brunch venues
You love giving your drug dealers and thugs kisses
Plus tongue tickles to each ones nipples (Pause)
What's your dumb sh*t crew you brung with you trynna jump into?
Ball's in your court (Swish)
And these d**ks got their heads in The Game
No wonder they come (c*m) dribble
But I'm not playing (Nope)
The only dunks they'll do is flushed tissues
Take a shot, no mug pictures
Drunk b*t*hes, you're in (urine) trouble
If all you got is just pistols
Step up or p*ss off
You might as well have sung "Thriller"
Fistful of filler and punches that never land
Like the come from children (Heehee)
Sorry, it's just easy to grill you
Cause you bite so hard you could crunch crystals
Games broke, no start from scratch tonight
And one foul line
You need the hype
Can't stay on beat to save your life
So we're pulling the plug, b*t*hes
This is how you do
Make a Cameo taking calls (For real)
Or at least take your loss
50 Cent played The Game like arcades in halls
We just wanna get one thing straight with you
We broke this game
Played it and still left with change
Highest score and the game is over
My God, you're just not the same
Old man, hang it up
Closing credits said it's done
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plug
The Game is over
The Game is over
It's time I pull the plu-
Hey, uh, Game?
I mean, uh, looks your profile has your name as...Doja?
Yeah, that's my male stripper name
Uh, ok
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-Nit
Well, hey, please help yourself to the refreshments
I have bottles of green tea and La Croix back there
Oh! Also, if you need to charge your phone
That reaches all the way ba-
Yo, shut the f**k up, cracka!
East Compton in the house, without a doubt, just pa** me the aux cord or you get smacked in the mouth
Ok, sorry, sir
Uh
I'm just trynna play my favorite songs
Here ya go!
Some DMX, Tupac, maybe some Nipsey Hustle?
Nah, what you talking about?
I only post some rappers up on my page for the clout, so bounce
Uh
Cause it ain't nuthin' but a G thang
Ok, uh, sure!
Uh
I used to make money as a stripper with my g string
Ok, sorry, sir, uh
I'm 'bout to play my favorite song, "Crack a Bottle" by Eminem and 50 Cent, now shut up and drive
Yo, let me see that hat
Yo, get off me!
Yo, is that a Starter cap?
Get off me!
Is that Eminem's autograph?
Yo, gimme that sh*t
What the f**k!?
Get off me, Game!
What the f-
Yo, what are you doin'?
Yo, Denace and Spencer, lets go, move, move move!
Lets go, lets go!
Move, move!
What the fu-
Yo, pa** me the duct tape
Aye, stop!
What!? Just tie him down!
He just-
Yo, why's he hard?
What th-
Yo, why is he hard right now!?
Shhh
Hush, little baby
Don't say a word
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
Game's fulla mean anger (Yeah)
Wannabe teenager
Breathe, hater!
Most people's windows are places to see and seize nature
Escape it
No cheat code, cheat mode, GTA V faker
Freeze, player!
We all know 50 Cent was your screensaver
Milking off everything he churned out
We need a deepfake for
His b***erface once it flies through
This electric cheese grater (Vrm, vrm!)
You let your emotions control you (Yeah)
Pushing b***ons so no one consoles you (Yeah)
You are so old you
Rap in a phone booth (Wow)
But still can't call out your own truth
Can't no longer watch this (Nope)
The Game is becoming Tik Tokxic (Tik Tok)
Sexcapades with the toddlers
Throwing shade like a solar clock is
Tell us again, my friend, who's daughter you holding hostage (Dada?)
Pathetic clown, that is not it
Game's a load of nonsense
Stolen pop hits (Yeah)
G-U Not diss (Yeah)
40 Glock sh*t (Yeah)
Photoshoppin' (Yeah)
Postin' Pac pics (Yeah)
Showin' c*ck prints (Yeah)
Slowin' profits (Yeah)
Homie's not rich (Yeah)
Flow is dog sh*t (Yeah)
No one rocks it (Yeah)
No more concerts (Yeah)
That would stock it (Yeah)
Broken logic
Joe Exotic
Go to college
Or close your coffin, stop it
I'm just playing Game, you know we love you
