Lyrics Wrestlemania 20 Westside Gunn

Wrestlemania 20

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes (grr), I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames (ayo)
No, oh, all these games

Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight
Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn't wait
Rich niggas rocking different riches
Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing
Patek shine through [?] specs
Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless
Mark his [?], maneuver
Only cooked it one time and we blew up, new goons
Prepare to clear the room soon
All these snakes around on my Gucci shoesThis that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape
Coral statue in every corner, the Lord's grace
Off the top rope with the brick like snooker, nigga
In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga
Just Don, I need the pink 2s
Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too (boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games

Ayo, new kitchen, same clothes, plain clothes, just tryna chase
Threw the 40, by God, the birds caulking up a 8
[?] flakes, too many changed on, I might suffocate
Because he faced his first day in, get out the fucking way
Fuck is this, ask for a bid, he gave his fucking shake
Now he laying in the dirt stub without a fucking face
Porsche 961, we call those master, everlasting
Miss Machine Gun every day that'll fucking pass
Always rap about the fucking dope that you never had
Never showed your PSI, don't even fucking ask
Make sure my feed lie Gosha
Might sell a thousand bricks for the culture
Unravel squares, rocking Unraveled
What you know about betting 200 mackerels
Gotta send 20 niggas to commissary
If you owe me a stamp, get your momma buried (boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games
I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games
I didn't come to play with you lames
No, oh, all these games