The Game lyrics

[Intro: Watsky]
I'm feelin' pretty good right now
(feelin' pretty f*ckin' great right now)
Forever M.C., Watsky
Let's f*ck this beat up, okay

[Verse 1: Watsky]
I'm Steven Seagal, let’s brawl there ain't no better dude
I will harass a bast*rd with the awful attitude
I'll grab your head and shoulders, if you're super rude, and twist the two in opposite directions like a Rubik's cube
I start hearts like an EMT, unless you make me wanna' barf like you're TMZ
Then I'll leave you dead on a bed of lettuce like BLTs
And I creep away, TLC, I play keep away
With my DNA, when these needy beesies grab my 'D' today
I keep the beat like Jack DeJohnette, seize the day, it's a piece of cake when I freak this b*tch
Diga me what you need to say, and then leave today s'il vous plaît
And yeah, I'm pretty far from tipsy, but I still bring the heat like a jar of Kimchi
Ay, you want beef? Don't you ever tempt me, good grief, it's Watsky and Forever M.C

[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
I'm the product of my bast*rd father
You can't offend me, i'm the last to bother
I'll snatch your daughter then i'll gas the throttle
I'll prolly pass up on the blunt, but I won't pass the bottle
You won't find me around the snakes like the cast of Anaconda
I want it badder than my next breath
A lot of weight on my chest, just like I bench press
Hustle to keep the lights on, been working for that rent check
I am not worried about these rappers famous for 10 secs
Rap game Marty McFly
You gon' hear me around the corner in the car that I drive
The rap game'll leave the chewed up, and buried alive
Like March 9th '97, I been ready to die
I'm a walking contradiction, I make my decisions, your whole life is fiction, rapping my religion
It's Forever, Watsky and Rez, we living on the edge, everyday plot on the bread
It's Rez