Two players of the Game, where there's never an Opening Day, because the Off Season doesn't exist. Fans will receive a play by play, bar for bar, from the Highly Accomplished, well Respected, Veteran Star Player, as well as the Wild Card, Uncontrollable Misfit, who's enormous talents are often overshadowed by his even larger Stigma for bad press, both on and off the field.
YOUNG PLAYERS, GO BACK TO THE FARM CLUB
"Chet Steadman".
@marvwon Batting lead off, @kovax.detroit on the mound for the closer. Instrumental brought to you by, Marv Won .
lyrics
Verse One * Marv Won
Nah, the game ain't changing, cause I made the rules
If you wanna be famous, you gone make the news
If you ain't a big stepper, ima take your shoes
Trust, going against me, just ain't the move
This ain't Checkers, this Chess
Affectionately blessed with aim to hit whomever professionally test
We a Scantron, in this Killa Season, I'm Cam'Ron
You bout to get stuck up, pussy,
Wear ya Tampon
I'm from the city of motors, pitty promoters
Who sell wolf tickets, so ima get me a quota
Rappers who ride waves will die, get me a floater
In rap, I know everything, I'm a cross of Biggie and Yoda
These Women tryin to entice me, they say they'll hit me with Yoga
I'll make her take that, take that, I will Diddy her culture
You out here tryin to die, while I'm scratchin for life
Bars wild, rap Argyle, all my patterns is nice, this is Marvin...
Verse Two * Kovax
Matthew Allan, I'm no Allen Trammel
In fact, I'm the party animal Sparky Anderson cant manage, hard to handle
Pull me over, not sober, you can tell I'm impaired, I dont care. Yelling "YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!?"
Miguel Cabrerra
Lost count of all the beers I had, bar hopping in Detroit, tippin them tall boys back, Billy Lambeer, I'm a bad boy
Stepped out the joint, blazin greenery, they flashin cameras
No press is bad press? Well God Damnitt, I gota keep em clappin
Is it a hobby? No sir. Sure, I got sloppy for a moment, probably hanging around Bobby Probert, and Joey Koucher
I'm the problem, who used to be promising, now you dont want em on your team
Started snorting Coke up my nose, and clobbering em, over and over
Not the kinda guy that's fine polished, like Issah Thomas, brought a stain to the game on Opening Day, famous for saying thangs way obnoxious
I got the skills to blow, demolished like the Silverdome, taking pills to my dome
But still I remain stone cold with a villainous conscience
Everybody be fellin this hot shit..
(Got bitches all on my jock now, watchin him, its sick)
credits
released May 6, 2022
Written and Performed by Kovax and Marv Won
Beat Produced by Marv Won
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered, by Ryan Thomas
Single Art by Chris Adams Imagery
