Sick of game's.....I win

Ignorance is not bliss

So what's your excuse?

You can throw fault and blame

Like the cause will change 

but it won't, cause the problem is you!

I don't provide faulty claims 

or lie on my name
acting childishly immature.....

Speaking out your mouth
As the whiff of shit saturates the air

Guess you talking out your ass...

Again

I can your ulterior motives

I speak the truth 

for you it's foreign

Popping the bubble
On the trouble and that four
Hops over you
Leaving me and all the pieces in a straight line

Monopolizing lights, failing to realize this is the clue to winning 

 Checkmate

I win, mother fucker 

Game over