Put Your Quarter Up

"Trapped in a deadly video game..." 7x
 "...with just one man" Put your quarter up
 I got first (Sluggo)
 And I'm the type of customer that orders the works
 Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
 I buy my nickels from a dime who goes by the name of Penny
 The Last Starfighter searching for the Starfucker
 The drunk parallel parker, thank God for car bumpers
 Another day, shot in the head and buried
 While your wifey tries to convince me that she shouldn't have got married
 From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
 To the punk rock chicks that can't handle my hugs
 I'll be standin upon the web, born out of a thought
 Where the spider makes her bed out of the carcasses she caught
 Aiyyo she's got that good head, me I got dandruff
 She wears a smile, and me I wear handcuffs
 Yo wait a minute savior, how about a little truth
 You couldn't save yourself if you had a cape and a phonebooth
 The roof is on fire, the floor is underwater
 The fish ignored the bait and ate the bobber
 And as God hovers up above the highway and the chopper
 I'm down here writing songs for her daughter (Is that your quarter?)
 "Trapped in a deadly video game..." "...with just one man"
 Put your quarter up, brother
 My underhanded summerjam escaped with a free game in my back pocket
 The ego and the muddy gear lept clear off the concrete valley
 To murder silhouettes with a budget that have me bummin cigarettes
 My soul stuck in a mudpit absorbing anchors
 With a y-shaped water stick and five great venoms
 Caught it at the dog door by a sideways phantom
 With a swift attitude problem
 Knuckling up with a carbon-based common guarding goblin
 I'm drowsy
 Who drifted by the lousy Virgin Mary night light luminants
 That blew a kiss to sin
 Would've said "Count me in" but just couldn't afford the bounty
 I'll do the deed myself before the second leaping sheep
 Even got counted
 Multiple tasking, drastic unsocialable captain gasping
 Jay Gatsby the great bashing open the plastic backspins
 Strapped with a plague and a cocktail napkin
 Wrapped in oragami dragon fashion
 Flashed in a effort to smash your pattern
 Pen magnanimous
 To say a little on this ancient foundation
 They found na-tions running bases for nickeltips
 Coordinate the zoning and the speed is trickle drip south
 I'll skip town once these upright citizens sit down
 "Trapped in a deadly video game"
 Uh, yo I go next, put your quarter up
 For bets, put your daughter up
 MF is sorta corrupt
 Not to be confused with the fake fly raw sound
 Still the one who used to take your high score down
 With more rhymes than germs a spitball carry
 As it fly through the air like Pitfall Harry
 Shit y'all fairies take a loss like Slobodan
 This goes out to man, woman, and child from Robotron
 Before the end, I save the world like Defender
 There's no time for curling up to hurl from a bender
 Like back when your last five never went to weed
 More likely on like twenty rounds of Centipede
 If it go fast or slow, no mattering
 The flow down pat like the ole Acro pattern
 Those need to learn the technique, take heed, note
 And switch like Spy Hunter when he *psst* to the speedboat