Play... Play... Play The Game,
It'll change your life and you won't be the same,
You play The Game and you'll pay the price,
He'll be the cat and the players will be the mice,
He will run to you,
and you will get a scare,
You won't know what to do,
and punch him... You wouldn't dare,
He's called The Game for a reason,
He can make you do anything he wants,
Even make you commit treason,
Cause baby he's The Game... He spits and he taunts,
Get in his way and fight for you life,
Cause he'll tear you apart and eat you alive,
When he unleashes his anger you'll be yellow, green, and red,
Play the Game and consider yourself dead,
He is an animal that is in a cage,
When he explodes he'll unleash his rage,
and go on a highlighted rampage,
In the end he'll still be who we all love and respect... The Game Triple H.
by Sharjeel Akhtar