Album : Live it up
Track: 1: Pump Up
My whole goal as a lyricist,
Is to have you hearin this,
I can see the top, and I'm nearin it,
When I get there I'll have a victory celebration,
I'll be going harder than d*ck masturbation
I'm stretched out farther than elabotrion,
Make these haters disappear, evaporation,
I spit my game with more than one syllable,
I split you in half to the point you aint healable..
I got ambitions; and you don't fit my schedule,
Blow you up; demoliton. Now you just a pebble.
I'm on a mission to fuck up the world so they call me a rebel.
Ima sit back and seriously laugh at this lyrical attack.
Yeah,
You can call me a cocky white prick,
but I don't need a knife to kill you,
I'll use a stick, then let you rot like Mildew,
I don't need a girl to feel love,
Just walk up to your girl be like; ima steal you.
Buy her wine, get her drunk, then bill you.
I bait you, hook line sinker, then I reel you,
Your girls a drinker? Hate your life? I feel you.
Oh yeah, forgot a chorus, fuck it, I don't need it,
And I'll make you faggots kick the bucket if you don't believe it.
~B14, Link of feed: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=120560