Out the Game

[1st Verse: The Mononymous Rusky]
President taking the direst approach to
Calming down a place like fire swept Kenosha
Money is the problem, the root of all evil
The source of your troubles, truth to all people
I can feel it and it’s bubbling up
We can kill it it was trouble enough
No struggling we’ve struggled enough
But these people want the stat quo they huddlin’ up like
Joe’s got it!
Joe’s got it!
Joe’s got it! Yeah! He’s got it!
Joe’s got it!
Joe’s got it!
Joe Biden is all wе wanted. Boom!
Another wedding еnds in another fucking drone strike
That’s the protocol if everything else goes right
Climbing up the walls as I listen to the ghosts, like
Why don’t we care about those lives?

[Hook: The Mononymous Rusky]
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
I’m out the game, my appetite sated
Every spending half the night faded
I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
And aah! Goddammit I hate it, yeah

[2nd Verse: The Mononymous Rusky]
Got normal problems, standard issues
Broke as fuck without a plan to get through
Cash supply is at a critical shortage
Ever suck dick just to pay your mortgage?

[3rd Verse: The Messiah]
Nah, slung dope sold a bunch of coke
Ruined folk’s lives and got nothing to show
What the fuck is money if I’ve been here before?
Said I won’t do it again, but then I did even more
Been about to die about a thousand times
Suburban-ass white boy, astounding life
Almost did myself in with an ounce of ice
And now it’s back to the old hometown to die
As I watch it all fade into fucking madness
Paying folks to hear about my fucking sadness
Trying to get streams as I fucking rap this
Not about money, just cuttin’ tracks, yeah
He’s got it!
He’s got it!
He got what the fuck he wanted
Tourist in the gutters where death breeds strong and now
The voices inside of my head sound haunted, aaah!

[Hook: The Mononymous Rusky, Craig, The Messiah]
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
I’m out the game, my appetite sated
Every spending half the night faded
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
And aah! Goddammit I hate it, yeah

[4th Verse: The Messiah]
Welcome to the land of the fucking sadists
Place where they admit it takes luck to make it
Where they keep telling us about a cup a day
While the government won’t even give a fuck away

[5th Verse: The Mononymous Rusky]
So I preach ‘end money’ as I try to get rich
It’s the only other path I see than dyin’ in a ditch
Society training us to cry for the rich
As they end our lives and try not to bitch
Try not to flinch and try not to mention
We’re killing our children to fire off our engines
Choking all life we’ll die for our hubris
Die for our movements not for improvements
Idiocratic end of the day
Sensible thoughts send them away
Nothing’s worth anything, everything’s thought
In this fantasy of bullshit everything’s bought

[Hook: The Mononymous Rusky, Craig, The Messiah, Dixie Mason]
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
I’m out the game, my appetite sated
Every spending half the night faded
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
And aah! Goddammit I hate it, yeah
I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
I’m out the game, my appetite sated
Every spending half the night faded
Cuz I wanna say that I’m one that made it
I’m one that made more than anyone can take
And aah! Goddammit I hate it, yeah