Love Game

Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (2013)
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  • Something's burning, I can't figure out what (out what)
    It's either lust or a cloud of dust, judgement is clouded
    Must just be the powder from the power of (love)
    But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
    Left my girl in the house alone
    Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan?
    And the further I walk, the louder
    Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
    'Cause after all, this is her place
    So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I
    Think I might be about to bust her, bust her
    The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts, brace
    Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo"
    'Cause my head already goes to worst case scenario
    Though in the first place (ah, fuck)
    But you confirmed my low-end theory, though
    Should've known when I made it all the way to third base
    And that was only the first date, could've made it to home plate
    But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first
    "No you don't understand, I don't do this for anyone, ever"
    Yeah, that ain't what they all say? I'll say
    You can suck a softball through a straw, used to be my fiancé
    'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye
    Lebron, Akon, Jay, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e
    Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé
    Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh?
    'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin'
    But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray
    But I'll probably always keep on playin'

    The game of love (love), love (love)
    La-la-la-la-la love

    She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
    She hates my company, guess, she don't love me no more
    I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
    She screamed she loved me like she never did before
    And I told her (go where you wanna
    Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
    And I told her (go where you wanna
    Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)

    I told that bitch
    "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick"
    Sucking dick in your momma tub, then your granny walked in
    Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water, he drowned like an abortion
    They booked you for manslaughter, you beat the case and I called ya
    "Sherane is not available, now leave a message at the tone
    And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those expensive heels
    You little fucking Ferris Wheel, fucking spinning on me?
    Fuck you think? We gon' get married still?
    Fucking Mary had a little lamb, this ain't a fairy tale
    Fairy godmomma better tell you how I fucking feel
    Like you should fuckin' beat it or fucking eat it while I'm on my period
    Now have a blessed day"
    Bitch, you serious?
    I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious
    Why you ain't fucking with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean
    You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious
    I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman
    After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killing him
    His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem
    That's analogy and metaphor for you
    I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
    This is me talking cordial, yeah, I got some home trainin'
    That ain't what you like, ain't it?
    What about if I was as famous as Marshall?
    Would you give fellatio in the carpool?
    Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle
    Singing, "I hope she's good enough
    Meanwhile you're chasing her"
    Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her
    Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with the

    Game of love (love), love (love)
    La-la-la-la-la love

    She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more
    She hates my company, guess, she don't love me no more
    I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door
    She screamed she loved me like she never did before
    And I told her (go where you wanna
    Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
    And I told her (go where you wanna
    Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)

    So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed
    Snatch my house key off her key chain
    She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick
    Now she's chasing me with a cheese grater
    Here goes that broken record, cliché, it's all my fault anyway
    She's turning the tables, I'm a beat-break
    She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ
    Each day is an instant replay
    They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behavior
    Back together but forgot today was her B-day
    She cut me off on the freeway, simple misunderstanding
    But just as I went to slam on the brakes
    That's when I realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
    Bitch cut my fucking brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times
    Still goin' seventy-three, thank God there's an exit coming up
    What the mother F-U-C-K's wrong with her?
    Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt
    Hit a fucking tree, now here she comes at full speed
    She's racing at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh?
    Snatch the bitch out her car through the window
    She screamin', I body slam her on the cement
    Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole
    Buried the stink ho in it, then pay to have the street repaved
    (The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
    Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
    Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's laying next to me in bed
    Directly aiming a gat at my head, woke up again and jumped up like
    "Fuck it, I've had it, I'm checking into rehab"
    I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
    Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
    Or I'm too fucking dramatic
    Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fucking romantic
    I fucking love you, you fucking bitch
    Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex
    I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events
    I said, "Hit the road" and after she left, I sent that bitch a text
    I said, "Be careful driving, don't read this and have an accident"
    She glanced to look at it and wrecked
    Too bad, thought we had a connect, no sense dwelling makes
    Never been a more compelling case
    Than the model covered in L'Oreal and mace
    Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytelling
    While the whore was yelling, "Rape" 'til her vocal cords were swelling
    And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spelling's face
    Still they swarm the gates and my fancy estates
    To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace
    'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date, though
    You're late, well, the sentiment's great
    But wait, think there's been a mistake
    You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate
    I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly because of the game of
    Wait, dinner at eight?
    I have infinite hate in my blood, it's mainly 'cause of the

    Game of love (love), love (love)
    La-la-la-la-la love Writer/s: Clint Ballard, H. Coy Poe, Jimmie Grier, Kendrick Duckworth, Marshall B. Mathers, Pinky Tomlin
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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