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?