Played Out - Josh Martinez, Kunga 219

I’m bout as lucky as i ever been which is unlucky

Kinda clumsy and forgetful but I never come sucky

I believe in my friends that’s why I stick with em

Keep em stuck to my side, through dumb luck and some pride

I don’t bluff or stuff the jockstrap on overblown cockrap

Jocks rock to hiphop crowds yelling stop that

Man the crowds dig battles like cows dig cattles

Like sheep lack leaders, jack drums from the meters

You little squirt kids be fucking up my hiphop

Nobody cares whose crew whose when shit talk

Dick contests become crowd response sponsored

The standard concept involves handjobs in concert

I’m like go, say whoa

I’m like stop, played out

Rewind refuse forward previews

Here comes the red hot /shit poor /dirt booze/ blues

The world don’t need no more rap stars

Who get too drunk to rap and can’t count bars

Never figured out how you got such an ego

You ain’t special if your single sits spinning for a second

Cuz, you ain’t invented fire, you ain’t found a vaccine

You spit a hot rap on a hot 16 on a mixtape

You got vinyl little man, and can you write a song

Can you leave your little city dive into the big pond

No no don’t stop, but you better make it good

Me and k-u-n-g-a be coming to your neighborhood

And we are not about to play, although we’ve done so in the past

Until we get grey hair, we’ll be kicking your ass

I’m like go, say whoa

I’m like stop, played out

Rewind refuse forward previews

Here comes the red hot /shit poor /dirt booze/ blues