Jump Off

I’m ready for war, designed for more Than just the killing floor, but for you I can’t decide whether to draw Out my button, it’s red. What’s its function? To kill you with my super powered fucking conjunctions Your little ass is beat, go back to the gym Instead of trying to make beats, bitch you ain’t like him You’re too dim to understand how the fuck I will win I’m a muscly motherfucker, you just short and slim Your ass is insecure, ready to withdraw But instead of chasing more, you just fall flat on the floor Just open up the door to the next life Where you might just have two children and an ex wife But you’ve fucked yourself over with that lame hairdo You’re looking like Mickey, are you about to stage a coup Against my people, against the culture You’re so unfunny like Robert Loggia You’re about to feel the wrath of a motherfucking menace And you can’t compete, just fuck off to Venice Beach or somewhere of the like Where the people are like you, pasty and white See the sights and feel the lights Of the police car chasing you its so bright Til you reach the top of the bridge at the end of the road And jump off before letting the cops reload yeah Ever since you were a kid you’ve been a little shit Treating poor women like they’re your bottom bitch You think we’d ever forget about year nine? Where you dated a year seven, no we weren’t blind To your perviness, desperation, trying to hold information Of how to treat a girl But the way you acted makes me wanna fucking hurl I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out homosexual I wouldn’t be mad but stop touching me or i’ll punch your skull It’s not only me, but the other girls who’re scared of you You gotta stop now before the police get involved too You say I have a goddamn inflated ego? You just need to stop acting so depressed amigo Then you’ll see the world in a better light yeah threefold And you’ll be happy all your days til you get old But will you get old? Who the fuck knows What if you put that shotgun up next to your nose Or what if you see that tall building over there And you jump off with your blood spilling out crystal clear yeah It’s time for a third verse no, I’m not done yet Surely some of this has sunk into your egg-shaped head? Though nothing much goes through that empty brain When you come to school, what the fuck do you gain? A sense of social life, of normalcy? Doesn’t seem likely You’re not liked by others, only Harper and me You haven’t joined the motherfucking Excellence club You got a merit and we don’t take no scrubs Maybe you should back off and let us take the dub Spend your hours scrolling up and down the Hub I hope and pray that your toe will get stubbed And I fucking hate the way you think you get snubbed Everytime you get left out of mine and harpers shit We just tryna have fun, you just trying to hit On our ego, on our excellence level Don’t compete with our fucking heavy metal Brains, so fuck off back to your motherfucking grave Or jump off that bridge, while your mum calls out your name Oh you thought I was done? Nah I’m just kidding I hope that gun is loaded and your brain the bullet hitting Yuh I’m about to bring out my friends for this next verse Boutta list all the fuckers who wanna see you in a hearse Harper, Tyler, Javier, Jacob Mickey and Mr. Wellman they don’t wanna see you make it Ari and Brayden, Ayaan and Bronson Wanna see your ass dead, surrounded by your mum, son And family, lowkey a tragedy Get the fuck out of the game before I make another rhapsody I may not be the most liked fucker in the room But at least people like my fucking stories, not you I can’t believe you think you got shit on me You ain’t got receipts, you only got your own CP On your PC, you can see me Looking through your shit, I can’t sign no peace treaty Should I look through your fucking LastFM There’s some shit on there that makes you look like the fucking enem- -y, can you believe it? So hard to see So shut the fuck up ‘bout my family til you see the green Lights of heaven, this track I’m blessing You can fuck off with your fucking kiddy messing And stick to the kindies with your childhood crushes Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Jump off that bridge, give us all ‘drenaline rushes Yeah I’m still going, gotta keep my creative juices flowing You think I’m boutta stop, shit imma keep on rolling I’m the bizkit, yeah i’m the shiznit Making up words like I’m President Business No you can’t rap over fucking hard beats I’m the man that’ll make sure where it hurts it bleeds You should fuck off back to Christchurch, nobody want you here Are you trying to piss off everyone that can hear? I’m nearly reaching the end of the tape I’m sure this song left your mouth agape I’m not tryna say that you’re a foul abuser But deep down inside you know you are a loser Ha, ha This is the bandit 20-motherfucking-24 Random disclaimer! You know I love you Theo, I’m just messing, this is all fun and games Or is it?